She hadn't been able to help herself: she'd started laughing.Somehow that laughter, combined with some lame attempts at explanation, had saved her. Sh...'d fallen into him briefly, and then staggered to the stairs, and he hadn't even attempted to stop her. She'd felt in the clear. She continued to laugh, in relief now, as she entered her bedroom. Her dad hadn't followed her. He hadn't hit her. He probably wanted to get back to his movie and continue to masturbate, she had figured.With her bedroom. Inside the padded manilla shipping envelope were two items.The first was an antique leather-bound journal with a worn strap holding its covers shut, the second was a heavy envelope with my name, Melissa Gordon, written on it in neat (if old-fashioned) cursive hand. The letter inside was typed on expensive heavy-weight paper that had the company watermark in the center of the page. The letter explained that the law firm had been retained by a small, independent museum to find and return the. Her eyes went glassy as she "Oomphed" and collapsed.I spun back toward Tammy. She threw both hands up and started backing up. "Uh, Uhh I'm out. I'm done."I looked back at Misty who was struggling to get up. "STAY DOWN!" She took one look at my face and lowered herself to the ground. In the distance, I could see Principal Wallace running toward us.I stood there and waited. He stopped several feet away from me and looked around at the carnage. " Would you care to explain this to me?" Yes sir,. The tone in his voice only piqued Teresa's interest even more. Bounding over to the corner. she tried the handle and door opened. Stepping inside, she was delighted as her senses were bathed by the natural sunlight streaming in from several small windows at eye level.The sweet swell of leather and old wood wafted through the room causing her to wrinkle her nose at the pleasant aroma. Bobby's grandfather had used this area to repair saddles, old harnesses, leather belts, and the like.Teresa.