Now, she felt both of her lifelines were being destroyed. She felt her father was accusing her mother of being a traitor. She also knew that there was... a chance that that accusation was true. The two bastions of her sanity were sliding down the drain in a big way. I had to stop this, before the damage was irrevocable."She's not a traitor, Patrick. She's not, I promise! Please, I know you love her. You know she's not a traitor!" Julie looked at me, eyes awash. Her words and the scene echoed. She had long curly hair with golden locks in between as silky as the snake skin.I reached railway station at sharp 6pm to receive her according to the plan she had told me a day before. The feeling of meeting her kept sending electric waves through my body. We hadn’t met each other for last 3 months. After waiting long 23 minutes and 19 seconds, I heard her train arriving. I was all set to bear her sudden jump over me and her kisses as we were meeting after a long time. In no time the train. "I could tell that John was tired, so I told him, "We're going to leave you to get some rest. I'll ask the others waiting to see you to come back this evening, or to just wait until you come home tomorrow. I think you'll be strong enough to have lunch and supper on the patio tomorrow. You know we both missed the gown show this morning, and we'll probably miss it tomorrow morning too. Anyway, get some rest and get stronger. Wanda will take you for a walk this evening."Wanda hugged the man and. The young woman with the infant was wearing a chunky purple sweater over a long grey fitted tweed skirt. The clothing clearly had not been chosen to flatter her body, but it did cause a man to look at the woman’s face. Alexander, being a man, looked at her face and was stunned. Her pale features were those of a perfect porcelain doll. Pale clear skin, rosy cheeks, a button nose, perfectly arched brows over milk chocolate eyes, and a rose colored bow at the mouth were framed by light brown hair.