I felt the car drive for a while, then turn.  Then, go straight for a minute or two, then turn again.  I could hear a train really close by and knew we were right next to railroad tracks.  But, where were we? 

     I held my breath as the ski cap came off and I got out of the car.  This was farm land and I had been right about the train tracks.  They were right across the street.

     Calmly, the three men led me into the house, one carrying my purse for me.  The house looked like a typical old farmhouse inside, old furniture and appliances, blending in with personal, modern touches.  It appeared like the residents had lived there for years and years, collecting, loving, living together with their separate, but un...

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