Chapter 20 Twenty

• Keith reached into the glass twirling rack in his room for a white cup and pour himself a drink, he recall how Darcie was crying in his arms and how he caress her back
• Turning with the cup in his hand,he look through the window and to his surprise, he see Darcie wetting the flowers, he continue to look at her and smile to himself, he thought for some seconds and then he lay on his bed and selected M on the metal telephone index next to his bed, he picked up the phone and dialed
• "Hello master Keith, what do you need pls??" An elderly woman said