It must have been nearly half an hour later when you noticed the woman had got up and was facing away from you, fiddling with something in her case on...the seat. Something dropped on the floor and rolled right under your own seat. As you leant over to retrieve it you were grabbed by strong arms. At first you were just pressed down, immobile, then a gloved hand came round to cover your mouth. “ Keep quiet and you’ll be alright ! “ The voice was deep and menacing so you just nodded, not offering. Like I said, it was labor intensive, but the best damn noodles and chicken meal ever made. No restaurant made it as well! I was always thanked by her with a kiss on the cheek and a firm grip handshake from my dad. I typically ate so much of it; I would go to bed with a stomachache and a big smile because it tasted so good. When I got tall enough, I helped make the noodles, taking my dad’s place in the kitchen.Sitting down to the same food fragrance I knew as a child was bone chilling. The. His hand was curled around my necklace when I finally drifted off. Though the night was one of the greatest moments of my life…the morning was one of the worst. I woke up to cold sheets and empty arms. It was about six in the morning, by Jude’s alarm clock. I sat up and rubbed my head, figuring Jude just went to the bathroom or to get some coffee. But something felt wrong. The house was too quiet, I couldn’t even hear Jude humming in the bathroom like he usually did when he got ready. I got up. 'Course, I think I'm pretty good at it myself."Lanikai didn't say anything more. She was intrigued rather than turned off. Actually, she figured that environment had more to do with people doing such things than genes. Her mind kept telling her to think of it as nasty, but she knew that was a result of a natural tendency for people to relegate such things to the unsavory category. She was educated and liberal enough to know that continual exposure to certain behaviors would alleviate any.