His partner returned to the doorway, looking sad that there was no one to shoot. I was very glad he was on my side.Pretty soon the door flew open and ... white coated man strode in, followed by what had to be described as his entourage. Everybody carried a clipboard, an iPad and a variety of medical paraphernalia. The doctor took in my appearance, checked the monitors, and used a light to check out my eyes.Satisfied that both eyes were still in their sockets, where I'd left them, the doctor. “Hi,” I boomed, “you must be Marcel,” I said as friendly as a big Texan can, avoiding any form of honorific or title and using his first name. I stuck out my meaty gorilla hand, “I’m Bill, Jude’s husband. Welcome to my home.”He looked to Jude then back to me and didn’t extend his hand. He seemed a little intimidated.“Sorry, I only kiss after at least three dates,” I said waving my open hand in front of him, with a big friendly smile on my face, “in Texas, we shake hands.”That snapped him out of. “All we really have are directions to where whatever it is was hidden.”“It’s a manuscript that will change people’s perception of the world,” Derek said. “Neither your father or grandfather could make more out of it than that it was a clue to buried treasure.”“He only had one page,” Keith said, guardedly. Errol had certainly known more, but had not seen fit to share that knowledge with either his son or grandson. “And he didn’t have the key. It was in a different book entirely.” Keith was. For the time being, all that remained for her to do was to quietly go about the rest of her day as though nothing had happened. ~ Father Haas took Caroline’s confessions up in his private rooms from that day onward, usually two to three times a week and always with her sat on his lap and his hand up her skirt. It was all she could do to hide her contempt for him but Haas had his own agenda and was not interested in anything she thought or said anyway, and so she bore the indignities silently..