SECRETS!

 She stood there, silent, but her eyes screamed bloody murder. She stared daggers at me, and I knew she had figured me out...  But what all did she know!?  She began walking toward me, shoving through the crowd, and still her eyes locked on target. I  Fumbled for whatever trick would pull me out of this trap...  I wished she'd open hers and say something... She stopped at the bar three feet from me, only a seat and what felt like silence between us. I tried to break the silence, yet it seemed to break me, like a chisel to ice. It wasn't long before I blurted," What do you know?" she smirked, glancing over at me... " I know who you are... no not Mr. Bailey, so cut the act Nightingale, Im in" she spat the words quicker than rapid fire...  " In?" " either I join you, or they find out..." I froze... what choice did I have.., " your in"

Elanor Devereaux

 I was never  a very thin woman, but dear lord at 80 I was fat... Still am now... I remember my birthday that year, my great niece Janette bought me a hideous cattle print... (It disgusts me just the thought of it) skirt suit... it had the little old lady bonnet and everything... She made me try it on, and when I walked out her son said" look mommy a cow!" I swear... I burned that suit... right in front of her too! she still doesn't know though... I put it in a paper bag and set it in the fireplace. "What's that Aunt Elly?" " A body... ha" It would've been better off buried in a casket like a body... There was also a time when her step sister Elsie sent me a picture from our vacation to the Bahamas...  Pictures of me in swimwear... I burned that too... right with the swim wear...

Our first Character

A tall thin and mysterious man, dressed in a White shirt, red tie,  and pinstripe suit. He has a high nasaly voice, and a sarcastic tone overall. He has a slightly faded High class brittish accent. His hair is greying yet it still remains mostly black, and is pushed out of his face. He carries reading glasses, a pocket watch and a wrinkled picture of a middle aged woman, most likely his dead wife. He carries a mid sized leathery briefcase, filled with papers and pens.

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