I filled the bedroom with scented candles and dimmed the rheostat so the lights were nice and low. Already, the house was smelling of roses and became... even more so and I strew the rose petals in a trail from the front door, up the stairs and into our bedroom. There were only a few more things to prepare for your homecoming, a bottle of chilled champagne beside our bed, our favorite sheer floor length gown for you to wear (draped over the banister at the foot of the stairs) and then the notes. I. I'm hoping this time things will end differently, that we'll both enjoy ourselves. We really need for it to be different this time, not like all the other times we've tried to do something together since I went to the clinic. It's really important that we have a good weekend together." Together? There's that same word you keep saying. You say that word a lot to me now. You and Joyce getting together, Doing things so you and Shirley can be together. Whenever I talk about together, as in us being. He was able to carry her out to his van parked in the alley behind her house, and drive to the boat. Her body was processed in the same manner as Patricia’s.Elizabeth was a gorgeous 21-year-old redhead who worked as a paralegal for a small law firm. William had called her, indicating that he was about to deploy to Afghanistan, and needed to set an appointment to make a will. He knew Elizabeth would be alone in the office at the scheduled time, and one well-placed tranquilizer dart gave him. No sense disturbing things. I slipped my camera into a plastic bag we use to line the wastebasket under the sink and headed off for my room.I uploaded the video to my computer and pushed the play button. I was anxious for a few minutes before Sweet Sister entered the bathroom and turned on the lights. She was singing a song from choir practice. Thursday night is choir, and even though she is just sixteen, her beautiful soprano voice is welcome in the Cathedral Choir.My Sweet Sister stopped.