"Please," said Anne clearly, going to the front door and holding it open as Moses came to stand behind her, his face impassive.After two men had clamp...ed on their hats and stalked out, the oldest stopped, looked down at her and said, "I am very, very disappointed, young woman, saddened. I knew your father. He would not have done this." He bowed and left. Moses closed the door.Anne sat before the cold fireplace, leaned back in the settle and closed her eyes. I am not sure any more. So many. His eyebrows raised in surprise, he looks at me, slightly disappointed. I smile at him and lean in. “Meet me downstairs in five,” I whisper. Resolutely, I walk away. After a quick mirror check, I grab my purse from my friends’ table, tell them I’m tired, and walk out the door. Mere seconds after I step outside, he’s right next to me.“Your place or mine?” he asks, as he flashes that gorgeous smile again.“Yours,” I say. His hand on the small of my back, he leads me into the right direction. Not. “Now finish on your computer, get yourself in the bath and bedtime” Mrs. Gibson said to her daughter. Kizzy gave a little girly twirl and headed off to her room. As Mrs. Gibson and Meg left the house I overheard Meg say “Gosh I wish I had a cute boy babysitting me when I was young” and Mrs. Gibson responding “He wouldn’t have stood a chance with you, would he?” I settled in front of the T.V. and looked forward to an uneventful and boring evening of babysitting. Not long after I heard Kizzy. Through the thin walls I could hear Hazel taking a shower and we seemed to leave for work at roughly the same time. We only spoke pleasantries and did not develop any further kind of acquaintance. On rare occasions I crossed paths with Matty, who looked as fearful of me as ever. She never once returned my ‘Hi’. The other tenants kept to themselves. I wished whoever watched me in the hall would testify I was polite to Matty. One very cold Friday night I could not sleep, could not read, nothing.