"This," Mrs. Strain said, "is the part I came for, Paul."Oh shit, I thought. Somebody had poisoned the well."Mr. Ickman, my firm has investigated you..., shall we say, activities,here at Unger & Wright. To summarize, before we secretly took things inhand, you had embezzled almost three million dollars of Mrs. Strain'smoney, reducing the dividends to her so drastically that she innocentlyasked a friend about a reverse mortgage, which led her to Ms. Cleavereventually. Michelle and her husband. And yet, you still touch it, to prove you are right. This was Kim. What she had done was so wrong, and yet, so right. Sinking to her knees again she foraged under her clothes until she found the key. Twice she dropped it, her hands shaking badly, as she fumbled for the locks, finally hearing a click, and one of the cuffs fell open, releasing her hands.Quickly, she released her other hand, and moved to unfasten the hobble. Her hands shook badly, and it took her over ten minutes to get the ropes. I changed into a store tee and went back to work. I just couldn't get her smile out of my mind. That days lessons probaby should have been free. I was not really there. I went home with the same mindset, she was all I could picture, all I could think about. I got home and looked at the stained shirt and wondered how bad it would be when I could get it cleaned. Like most of my shirts it was a concert tee from a show I had enjoyed. I didn't have any music on tap for tonight so I settled in. I. It used to be awesome, neat, and terrific along with many other styles.”“Maybe you could just kneel and listen to me?” John added.“I thought people prayed silently,” Donald said.“Not everyone. Many do, but I’ve been known to talk out loud just like I did at dinner.”“Johnny, where is Johnny?” Emily was asking walking around in the hallway.John walked out and found her. She reached for him, and he picked her up, “How old are you, Miss Emily?” he asked.She put four fingers up, but couldn’t keep.