He took Jennie's handset and spoke in his even, reassuring voice. "Mrs. Banks, this is George Sanders - Jennie's fiancé. Have you called the police?"... No," Vera Banks got out between the sobs. "I've only just discovered him. It's so horrible. He must have been hanging there while I slept!"She started to say something more, but George interrupted her. "Mrs. Banks. Listen to me. Is he inside the house?" Yes he is," Vera managed to say. "Upstairs." And you are sure he is dead?" George asked."Yes,". I had never felt anything like this in my life it was great, but then my mum and sister got up and he ran from my room to the toilet. i lay on my bed wondering what just went on, i was totally puzzled, i started getting dressed for school, straightening my hair doing my make up, then mum game me money and i left. i thought about it all day, then he text me. i forgot what the message said but, eventual a few weeks later we got together, and he climbed over the fence to my window, i opened it. Short uniform skirt made out of same material and with same color was showing pretty full legs shod in elegant black shoes on high heels. Her pretty head with brown hair was crowned with elegant cap with silver death’s head with bones. Her bright eyes were looking friendly. He observed her in very first day of his deportation in that camp. She impressed him. Despite of his low position here and constant threat of punishment he liked very much her friendly attitude to the people. When. I shouted, I screamed, I begged but they just looked down at me and actually laughed, calling me ‘pathetic,’ before repeating that I had to leave. They stopped laughing though when I said I was taking my paintings.”“Paintings?” I asked, realising that this story was going to have a ‘twist.’“A couple of years before dad died he bought me a set of four paintings for my birthday by a Venetian renaissance artist called Giovanni del Callinni. They were bought for me to be used as a future investment.