Those who were left had to fight on as best they all could.*** June 2:1,441 days under occupation.At first Bethanie thought it was a policeman at the ...oor, which would have been bad enough. Then she realized that the uniform was not that of the Paris police but instead of the Militia and she almost grabbed the gun out of her laundry basket and shot him right there on the doorstep. Instead she swallowed her rage and said, as politely as she could, "Good morning. How can I help you?" Official. Other than whatI had already mentioned the bathroom was bare.I found myself in the laundry space and standing on chair beside the wall.I could see the inside of the bathroom perfectly. From where I was, I wastotally hidden from my two friends who were inside. Unless the personinside the lavatory purposely looked up to the window that would be theonly time he or she would know that someone was spying on him or her. Looking from the window, I saw Ronnie and Marcus totally naked. Ronniewas. Mind you, even the best-laid plans of mice and men and all that, he sniggered silently. Sure, she had displayed all the right signals since their arrival, but even assuming he had read the signs right, there was still a chance he had miscalculated.Despite engineering the whole charade, spending huge amounts of money and investing something much more precious, time, in the process, he’d actually been apprehensive coming here. He knew he’d gambled with his personal reputation, even if everyone. . or at least where there was a fresh unmarked grave. It was in a back part of the cemetery where those executed at the witch trials were buried." Did you get a good look at the place?" Marilyn asked.I was surprised at that question. I would have thought everyone would have been able to just look it up inside of me. I wasn't trying to hide the information.I figured there must be some reason why they couldn't see what I'd seen. So I conjured up the layout of Salem and where the graveyard was in.