Theresa began as she started walking after Stoaffer. “But for some reason I do. You’re right, Uncle Lou. Lots of beautiful furniture came from the office. All I can say is something about the desk stood out to me. If you want to say this happened because somewhere deep inside I realized the desk had been yours, I can’t really say you are wrong, I guess. I never really thought about any deep reason for choosing the desk.” She stood looking at Stoaffer’s back as he faced the desk in question. The smile on his face could be heard in Stoaffer’s voice as he spoke without turning toward Theresa. “Thank you for your honesty, my dear. We both know of the bond we share. There is nothing of which to be ashamed. However, before we discuss our relationship, I must take some time to show my friends the reason we are here.” At Stoaffer’s mention of a bond and a relationship, Theresa’s face turned pale and took on an expression of horror. She started to say something but then stopped. Louis kept his hand on the desk as he moved around it to the chair.
