I reached the bridge, then got down from the road and went up towards my hut. Once I climbed the plateau, where my hut was, I turned around and looked...for him. He was standing there near the bridge. I knew, being a man of high strata, he would not follow me in to the slum.I went inside my hut. My six year old daughter was sleeping still. I came out. My eyes strayed towards the bridge. The man who followed me was nowhere around. Then with a sigh of relief, I stuck on to my morning routines.I. "Samantha?"She winked at me, "My daughter." She laughed then, "You do remind me ofher in so many ways. She doesn't like it when I answer questions withquestions either." I think we'll get along just fine Ma'am," I said.I sat and did homework and then a half hour before my detention was upshe said, "Come on I want you to meet her before Thursday."She was positively giddy with excitement.In her car she hit speed dial on her phone and I realized she had herphone hooked up though her. I'm not just saying that because you are my wife and pregnant with our baby,” John replied. “I honestly didn't think that for a second,” I said. Then he kissed me once again and we heard some sound. “What the hell was that?” John asked. “I don't know. Maybe someone dropped something,” I replied. Then we didn't hear anything else for about a minute. So we dismissed it. “I guess it's nothing. Have you thought of any names you want for our boy or girl?” John asked. “Well, I know this is cliché,. .most had dates of 1877 or earlier. At least that gave him the time period of the town. The bills weren't worth anything on today's market, he knew that only antique dealers would want those, so he put them down. At that same moment, his eyes caught a small glint of yellow coin, strewn about under the bills thrown in disarray. He began to sift through the bills in an effort to find the golden coins. Each gold piece would bring a hefty sum in today's market.Chris removed all of the golden coins.