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into the house, and rummaged in her room for a compatible charging cable, and turned on the phone.
    She went to photo folder. It showed pictures of her dad pulling out the calf. It showed another photo of her mom smiling and kneeling near the baby calf after it had been delivered. It showed another photo of her dad kneeling over the ailing cow, before the birth. And Alicia seen something strange. It was a shadow in the corner near the cow. She enlarged the picture, and again enlarged it again and again. It looked like a shadow with glaring red eyes. Shivers went up and down her spine, and she dropped the camera on the desk.
    For the first time, she felt afraid. She did not know what she was afraid of, but there was a real tangible fear, of something she could not understand. She slowly walked into the living room. It was the longest walk of her life. In those few moments, time seemed to stall, and she remembered every favorite moment she shared with her parents. She thought about the baseball games, her mom preparing food with her in the kitchen, her dad teaching her how to work on the old tractor. She remembered the smell of the hay as she sat on the back of the wagon, as her dad pulled it along with the old tractor across the field.  She did not know if she would ever see her parents again, they were gone, but where were they? She picked up the old landline phone, and heard the long tone as she dialed the emergency number.
    She sat in her dads chair for more than an hour answering questions by two officers. They made a report, and looked around the house. They came back, told her maybe she should drive back to the city, perhaps it wasn’t safe to stay there. Alicia felt tired, but quickly agreed. She had already phoned her husband, and he was already worried sick about her. He begged her to return as quickly as possible, and they would sort through it together.
    “Honey, where are you?” Sam kissed Alicia on the forehead.
    “What, what?” said Alicia.
    “You were a million miles away honey. Are you ok?” Sam seemed concerned, “I can stop if you like.”
    “Yes baby, I am sorry. I was just thinking of my parents.” Alicia had tears in her eyes already.
    “It’s ok honey. “ He kissed her and brushed the tears away from her eyes, “I knew when we came here, and it would open up a lot of old wounds. What matters is, you don’t have to go through it alone. I am here.”
    “Thank you baby, I knew I could always count on your understanding.” Alicia said to him.
    “Let’s go take a shower before the sun comes up,” Sami said, “And I will wash your hair, would you like that?”
    “Yes, I love when you do that.” Alicia kissed Sam full on the lips and then they gathered their clothes from their bags.
     
     
     
     
     
     
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    Sam squeezed the shampoo into his hand. It smelled like fresh ginger, coconut and Awapuhi. Alicia breathed it in deep, it awakened her senses, and reminded of her of walking on the beach on a warm sunny day. He rubbed it into her hair, and used his finger tips to massage Alicia’s scalp. He knew how to melt away her cares. She had a little girl smile on her face, as he rubbed and scrubbed into her hair. He did it as long as possible, until she finally announced, “My turn,” she washed his hair, and scrubbed his back with a loofah. She knew he loved having his back scrubbed. He always worked so hard, and his back always hurt. So she took a long time scrubbing his back.
    “We probably need to hurry before sun up honey. It’s nearly time for prayer.” Sam reminded her.
    “I know honey.” Alicia said.
    After they finished the
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