They shook hands.Marc, I wanted to tell you how proud everyone is of you. Thank you Sir. This must be Lisa. You look so much like your grandmother.... Thank You, Sir.Lisa, I worked with you grandfather at the market, him and your grandmother would be so proud.After some small talk, Lisa’s Dad and Tony walked to the car. Marc if there is anything you or your family need, you let me know. Lisa is wonderful I hear good things about her, she is like you mother, a beautiful angel. Lisa was. You know ... I really just don’t know.”“That’s OK, I love you Sara. I love every single solitary thing about you Sara, and I know every single solitary thing about you Sara.”“That doesn’t make any sense.”“Why?”“Because if you knew me, if you really knew me, then you couldn’t love me.”“No Sara, you are mistaken. True love comes from knowledge and understanding. Others have made you feel bad about yourself. They were wrong, some were jealous of you like your mother said; others were just victims. The attic was basically a hole in the ceiling on the second floor, it didn’t have one of those drop down ladders so we had to get a regular ladder from the garage to get up there. We fell into a ritual where we would pile stuff up in the hall then Terri would hold the ladder steady as I carried things up and arranged them in the attic. I was wearing a pair of loose shorts and I had gotten into the habit of not wearing underwear because all my mother bought me were tightie whities and they. The interior of the residence is exactly what you would expect of someone in my trade. Blank white walls devoid of life. Bare carpet, untainted by furniture except for the bed in the corner. The bed is covered in deep red sheets, perfect for hiding blood stains or concealing the odd cadaver. A laptop sits alone on the kitchen counter. This is my first stop. A quick succession of key strokes, a few mouse clicks and an email is shooting off into the vast relays of the interwebs. "Jeopardized..