The door looked like the end of the cave, and raised upwards. There was no latch to release, or raise it. It took a specific spell to open the door. N...thing else would work. Even explosives would be useless. I suppose it could be blasted open, but the mountain would cave in if it was tried.Inside the shelter was a large bed, and supplies enough for a month. Grandpa asked what we would do if those ran out, and I assured him that it shouldn't be a problem. We had caches in other places that we. The room went quiet.“And we have a property” Alexandra interjected. Dmitri and Grigori turned the bed around to sit facing the screen. Elena’s work was displayed before them. They were now the anonymous tenants of a deconsecrated convent - the only building in a Svitavian mountain valley, serviced periodically by agencies and leased in perpetuity through an offshore holding company. Alexandra stroked Dmitri’s hair and breathed into his ear.“I trust her. We should go to see it”. She was. Many years later and after many families separating and growing apart from the church, I have found Kat on Facebook and reconnected with her. We both chatted about how life is now and she mentioned that she was recently divorced. A single mother. Now, after so many years I am no longer a teen boy but A MAN! By this time, I have gained experience from many flings and hott dates I have had since being a teen boy. Now in my mid twenties, I am fully confident and totally ready to at least solicit. The bus did pick-ups at the end of the street, but I was a senior now. I was saved by someone knocking on the screen door. Mom looked out to the door. "It's for you, dear." I got up and saw a pretty girl with long black hair standing next to astrawberry blonde. I searched my memories and remembered that the girlwith long black hair was Gina and the blonde was Judy. Gina's parents had moved to the US twenty years ago from Naples, Italy.On the other hand, Judy's family had lived in the Philly.