I’m surprised, aren’t you supposed to be in school?” I said being totally at a loss as to what else to say. My daughter smirked.“Yes,” she s...aid, “I can see that you’re surprised. Dad can we talk?”“Uh—okay, come in,” I said. “I skittered back inside on my wheel board and led her into the small front room of my small and unpretentious one bedroom abode. My computer, one loaned to me by the church, was sitting on the little all-purpose table across from the couch. “Have a seat,” I said, indicating. She was sleeping on a big chair , her right leg spread over the arm of the chair , she had a small piercing on her nose and a silver chain over her neck , her duppatha had fallen on the floor and hence was not doing its duty of covering her cleavage , legs spread , showing a nice cleavage and sleeping like a sexy princess , I stood rooted to the spot for about 5 minutes admiring her beauty , suddenly I heard footsteps down the corridor and I woke up from my trance , I resumed my journey towards. She looked pretty rough when she came to see me. Looked like she hadn’t eaten or slept at all since she shot the ass hole,” he said.“She told me she was fine last night,” I said. What I didn’t tell the Lt. was she said she needed to talk to me. I was worried that the gang might have contacted her. I was getting too old for a gang war. Then again I did owe Sally a cadaver, I thought to myself.It was two cups of coffee later when she entered the office. I noticed she looked a little less put. It was as large as my own mothers bed, raised up high off the floor and surrounded by curtains, thick and green, but tied back around the four posts. I turned my head and saw the stone walls devoid of decorations, cold and gray. A fire place large enough to walk through sat in one wall like a gaping mouth cold and dark. A washing stand, with bowl and pitcher, even a towel for drying all sat in one corner of the otherwise empty room. A small slit for a window allowed only a dim amount of the.