This story really begins early last summer when the new couple moved in next door. They were different than the rest of us, somewhat reclusive and mysterious. The husband had a limp which was never explained and his wife always wore her hair in braids that flowed down her back. She never spoke a word unless you asked her a question and then she would only answer, she never offered any information or asked any questions of her own. They would sometimes be gone for days at a time and then return in the middle . . . . . . . . . 

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