"Dinner!"Maggie shook her head. Then she lifted her head and wiped her eyes and nose. Her eyes were bloodshot and her chest ached from crying. Luckily... her mom had gotten home late from work and had not come up to check on her. Dinner was ready, half an hour late, and her dad would come home any minute. She wished she had her shoes."I wish I had my shoes," she muttered, disconsolately. Stupid shoes. Stupid backpack. Stupid cardboard box.Struggling to her feet, Maggie staggered across to her. This was a two-storey building, so I did not expect any problems in finding our way around. I instructed Amalie to stay close to me as we entered the building.This floor was used as a storeroom and there were a lot of things here, including stored arms and ammunition, but I did not spot any explosives. My first thought was "I wonder why?" but I did not worry about that. I figured that we would find that out when we questioned the man downstairs.The door to his office was closed, but not locked.. . you will do nicely indeed."Toril dropped into a fighting stance. "You will have to earn your meal damned one."She laughed. "Damned?"He frowned. "Are you not of the deathless? The undead?" Perhaps," The woman spoke. "You are of the Order of the Sun, are you not?" You know I am." A mighty paladin of a small order," She mocked. "Their great warrior." SILENCE!" Toril snarled. "You profane-" Nothing. Your order is nothing... just an excuse for rich sluts to get a quickie."Toril's mouth hung. Com.My family consists of me and my mom Jeya. We live in our own 2 BHK house. My mom is 47 years old. My father left us when my mom was pregnant. He was married to his relative’s daughter by his parents, as my father’s parents don’t like my mom.We didn’t have any touch thereafter and my mom came to Chennai with me in her womb, from our native and we settled here for the past 27 years. My mom is fair and looks like 30 years old and like a normal Indian woman. She always wears sarees. She is now.