“I wasn’t even born then,” Mr. Kindle said. He really should have brought along a bottle of aspirin.“Oh,” Sean said. He looked around the ro...m and said, “Despite our disappointment to learn that, I’m sure that all of us are looking forward to learning lots of history from you, Mr. Candle.”“The name is Mr. Kindle.”“Oh, sorry about that,” Sean said. He sat down and looked directly at the teacher. He flashed him a friendly smile. When Mr. Kindle looked down to read the next name off the role, Sean. Teasdale, please follow me. They're already in the conference room waiting for you."She showed him to a large conference room with a table that could easily hold a dozen people. Today there were about ten people already assembled at the table. She showed him to the empty seat at the head of the table.Ben Bartlett rose to meet him. "Hello Darien. We've known each other a few years. You've beaten us time and again on contract bids. Based on what we've heard you usually bring the project in ahead. We pulled an old tree across the road to give it a more abandoned look. It wasn't much but might stop casual folk from coming down the drive.The cabin was a splurge for Doris and I. It was an old farmhouse on forty acres about half wooded and the other half somewhat cultivated with a two acre pond. We had our own well for water and septic for sewerage. The only thing we received in the way of utilities was electricity. There was no phone and no cable or satellite. We bought it to be cut off. I volunteered my bed for my cousin, and agreed to sleep on the floor in my room. The last room would be used by my aunt and uncle and their baby.“Thanks for letting me sleep in the bed,” she said to me when she lay down. “Hey no problem,” I said “hope it’s comfortable.”“You don’t have any pajama pants I could wear do you?” she asked me, and I quickly stood up and grabbed pajama pants from the drawer and gave them to her. “Aww thanks” she said. She pulled the covers over her waist and I heard.