He won’t forget that, not in this lifetime,” he said.Her tears were quiet, but they were also expressive. He went to her and held her.“We’ll f...igure out something,” he said. “I want to as much as you do.”“Doubtful that part,” she said. “But yes, we do need to come up with something, anything!”“Yes,” he said.The funeral was attended by a relatively small group of people. Cecilia Scott was not an outgoing person. People who did know her respected her and, yes, one could say loved her. But the fact. The last few days had been trying, though he’d done his best to hide his troubled state from his dutiful wife. How could he tell such a pure woman of the awful things he’d seen? Of the scandalous things he’d done in his own mind’s eye!Theirs was a simple town and a simple people. They’d turned away from all modern things to live a life of hard work and faith. Their community consisted of a church, a tavern, a few shops, many farms and little else. Their days were spent in piety and reverence. “The top one is your birthday card, and the next threeare your birthday gifts. Open up the cards, Tom.” Itold him.“Miranda, I told you not to get me gifts. What arethose, gift cards for stores?”“Tom, I kept my promise, the gifts didn’t cost a thing.O.K., I spent $1.00 on a few envelopes, sorry.”He had a puzzled expression on his face. He picked upthe top envelope, which was white. He ripped it open,and there was a simple hand-written note from me. "He quickly dropped the coat over a stool and sat."Shoot!" No, nothing important. I just ... What are you guys planning?" To invoke terror in the hearts of snotty teenagers," Luke grinned. "To make a few mothers shriek in fear and to further caries and hyperactivity by handing out candy bars and other un-health foods." Sounds like fun," Katie smiled. "The skeleton again?" Yes, of course. But this year, Amy gets to pull the rope." You are probably a bad influence for her, but she'll have fun.".