" I squeezed her hand and smiled at her. She looked up at me, somewhat forlorn, a pained e_xpression on her face. "But I don't want to die..." she sai..., pausing as if needing to say more but not sure if she should. "I don't want to die either. We don't have the time to get back to my practice on Harley Street. But I was only going for my case, my drugs, my equipment, because my medical skills will be required tonight and in the coming days like never before."I could feel a pained expression. Anyway the landlord said ‘if I ever need to move back in here, I reserve the right, but I probably won’t because I am happy living with my girlfriend at her house.’ Anyway, the landlord Mike was 72 but kind of a young 72 and could pass for late 50’s or so. His girlfriend was in her early 50’s. Anyway after 6 months he broke up with her and just showed up one day and moved into the apartment. I was kinda irked a tad — going from having the place to myself to having him around. But the rent was. Can I leave my bag somewhere?" Just leave it at the bag door for now," Martha answered. "We can take it to your room after seeing my parents."Martha let the way, and they went through the double door that was in the right wall of the foyer. If the foyer had already been impressive, the room they walked in now was even more imposing."This was the old ballroom of the mansion. But we use it now as the living room and dining room," Martha explained when she saw how Sandra's eyes had opened wide. It. I could not control myself after that incident and wanted to know about her. I went to the security guard and asked about her. He said she is working in IT, living alone in her apartment for the last 3 years. Her husband is working on-site in the USA.I was curious to know more about her and this thought process was driving me crazy. I was staying on the first floor and she was on the third floor. The next 3 to 4 days I could not see her. I was a little disappointed. On Thursday night after.