"Hello, Mrs. Greybill. I'm Alan Addison. This is my wife Tina and our daughter, Terri."Mrs. Greybill was tall and thin and grey, probably sixtyish. Sh... looked at us, assessing. Her lips began to form a smile."I am pleased to see you. Please sit. Terri, you finished the second grade last spring?" Yes, ma'am," Terri answered."Mister Addison, you could have simply taken her to any of our enrollment days at the school nearest your home." Yes, ma'am," Alan said, "but I have a few letters here that. We made our apologies, and headed for the front door. Sal grabbed both coats from the rack and throw me mine. "New coat?" she asked, as I put my long leather coat on. "Yup, but I see you've still got the same jacket," I replied. She nodded, and with a smile, said "as always." That jacket had seen many years, and many places. The tales it could tell.We left the house and headed off up the road. On the way we talked about all the things that we couldn't talk about in front of Terri's parents; how. ." Tony, I've heard so much about you," the woman said. She stood and held out her hand. "I can see all of it's true."I wondered if I could go home, get back in bed, and pull the covers over my head until Monday.It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon for the middle of November. I'd spent the morning working on a term paper for history. It wasn't due until the end of January, but why wait for the last minute? I'd written a great conclusion; now I just had to find enough facts to support it.I didn't. It was nice to be in the company of regular folks. Folks I did not have to fear. Oh, these plain ol' country boys would shoot me in a minute if I was to do them or their kin harm, but they weren't out to get me. Whether they'd sell me out for a pile of gold was another story, and my faith in my fellow man didn't go that far. But they weren't out to get me.As I sat down, Rosalea and her sister, Carmella #2(?), came out from the kitchen, with a basin of water and a big plate of migas. Both the.