" Really?" Bryant asked. "Why have you never said anything?" It doesn't happen often," she confided with a shrug. "Once or twice a year. They come whe... I'm under stress. This is the first time I've had one since we came down here."Bryant frowned as he poured the eggs into the skillet. He had decided to fix cheese omelets, bacon and toast."Is yesterday bothering you?" Bryant inquired.Jan didn't answer so he turned around to see her face. She was sitting there looking at him."I'm still not too. . oh, what’s her name? Rachele?”Ghok’s two hearts skip their beats at the mention of her name. This is actual confirmation! Rachele really is here in this tiny town! After all these months, she is only a stone’s throw away.“She’s a very pretty girl, but a shy one. She doesn’t say much,” the woman elaborates.Ghok is confused. Shy? Rachele? Are they talking about the same person? For a moment, he wonders if this is a case of mistaken identity. But what are the odds that this lady would guess. Mom and dad had decided to stay with me for a few more days and then would fly back home commercial. Chapter Seven Four Days After the Funeral I called Stan this morning and asked him for an update on the investigation into my wife and daughter’s murder. He asked me to come down to the station after 10 am. Stan had been tapped to lead a team tasked with investigating the murder and robbery. I wanted dad to come with me. When we arrived Stan led us into his little office. ‘I have some good news. We had no morning fire so our breakfast was water, stale bread and fruit. The food left me still hungry, so I fussed around inside my ruck sack and gave the three ladies my last energy bars, taking one for myself. My stomach's little grumbles wanted something even if my tongue couldn't stand the thought of tasting them again. They watched how I opened the wrapper and copied me."Food magic now, Von?" Grimm asked, a half-grin at her first bite.Since they all thought I came from the moon, I said,.