*** Doreen waited five minutes before leaving the bedroom. She walked down the hall and to the front room, parting the curtains to peer out the window... and make sure he was gone. Several other houses dotted the street, clustered together along with Luke’s like so many in these unincorporated places in the mountain hollows. She turned and took closer note of her surroundings. The sofa, an ugly moss green, came from her grandmother’s house. She remembered it from her childhood. How many times had. ”It was a Cuban accent. I think. Norman took the keys from him and I followed him to the elevator. We rode it to the 4th floor and got off and walked down to room 425 and went inside. It was a very nice room, much better than I had expected. The bed was pulled from the wall and was in the middle of the floor and was missing its headboard. All of the other furniture, table, desk and stuff was pushed against the walls of the room.Norman: “Alright Catherine, this is where you are going to make. We can only understand things that exist, while we ourselves exist, so while we may fear death, it is impossible to become aware of it ourselves.We cannot feel our own death, just as we can’t feel nonexistence. We can watch others die, we can feel our own lives slipping away, but we cannot feel that final moment. We cannot know precisely when it ends. We can see a million people die, but we cannot see our own. It’s like every single person is an immortal surrounded by mortals, a continuing. "You have done well little slut, the mirror and a recruit. Pray introduce us" Mika, Mistress - this is my Mamma Christina" Maldea spoke confidently."Welcome, I'm glad you could join us Christina, please come in" Mika invited, not bothering to hide her pounding desire.Mika led the small family towards the cellar door, just before descending she called out in a commanding voice."Agnes, come join our celebration, friends have arrived"Agnes emerged from the study and hurried to follow her.