. I suppose; but ... can we talk about it?" Good idea. Sixday morning; every one's here this week?"Hazel looked at her brothers who each nodded agreem...ent and then gave a smile that seemed to light up the dining room as the children departed.Ivy was late and Morg and Pat had seen the children to bed and stayed cuddling in the lounge while the vid displayed something of which the pair had no recollection at all. Ivy looked tired and admitted to a busy shift and after a short exchange of. Maybe this was a good thing, he thought as he walked to the bathroom. A new building, and maybe even some much needed new machinery to make life that much easier. ‘Now what?’ he asked himself as he sat back on the bed. ‘Go back to sleep, that’s what,’ he smiled to himself. He woke up five hours later, feeling more relaxed than he had ever felt before. Just to make sure it wasn’t a dream, he called the shop, and, instead of the secretary answering with her nasally voice, he was greeted to three. They took no prisoners. No-one they touched, survived.Before the sun rose, they had left the area. It would be no longer safe for them. The mansion had become their home, and their prison.Evelyn had been out of the mansion, mostly looking for chances to repair the damage. Richard had locked himself away, writing. Then came Diane. She looked so much like Rachel it was unbelievable. It was like looking back a hundred years.Originally, she had been hired to type Richards memoirs. But her uncanny. More like a smile a wolf makes right before it rips the throat out of its prey. She said she wouldn't have liked to have that smile directed at her but at that particular time it made her giddy.Eyes locked with his I quickly closed and grabbed the wrist of the hand that was holding Em. Thumb to the pressure point, a twist until she was free and then I slammed the elbow back into his sternum, hard, pushing him back and knocking the breath out of him."Are you all right, Eimile?" I asked. I barely.