“Donald, we must stop somewhere immediately to get an appropriate gift for them.”Donald pats her shoulders and pulls her close to him as he tries ...o assure her, “Yes Emma, they both know all about you – well maybe not ALL about us – and they are eager to meet you. Don’t worry about a gift, it is not necessary, they will think nothing of it.”But Emma will not be dissuaded nor will her tears stop. Donald holds a tissue to her nose for her to blow as she is so stuffed up from crying she can. I knew that this moment would mark the end of our happy marriage. Finally, she stopped dancing and still clad only in garter belt and stockings fairly screamed that she had to email Devon as she flew out of our bedroom to the computer. I couldn’t believe how my always conservative wife was now acting like a moonstruck teenager finding out the captain of the football team wants to date her. I had a lot to think about and I suddenly felt like an old man as I roused myself from our bed and went. She looked around for a moment and saw a door labeled "storm cellar" and walked toward it. It was open a little ways and she peaked through it.At the bottom of two flights of stairs she saw a dim light, and could smell smoke from a wood furnace. 'Is some one living here?' she thought to herself. She was to curious to turn back down. It felt like it took forever to get down those stairs, one painful quiet foot step at a time until she reached the bottom. The room was quite big, and lined with. Now she had her disgraced mother still tutting to herself a month later. She'd not spoken to her husband for three weeks, made up a pack of red faced lies to everyone and now this. She read the note again. The note described her younger sister in menacing detail before giving instructions where to meet, signed B.That afternoon Debbie stood in her long raincoat, skirt and boots at the bus station terminus. She looked up and down the busy street." What was she thinking off, this was crazy." She.