The two hefty minders, used to Liffi’s eccentricities, exchanged resigned looks at dawn on the last day of September. The weather promised well, but even so, they hadn’t been expecting such an early start to their surveillance. They drove their charge to the temple, checked out that not a soul was lurking around the precinct or inside the building, before allowing her to wander around her place of worship. For the sake of their sanity, it was as well that they chose to remain seated in the black vehicle.
Liffi, bearing freshly cut roses from the garden of the safehouse, bent to add them to the vase gracing the pedestal of the godpole. As she straightened on completion of her task, a familiar feeling of warmth and happiness enveloped her. She looked up into the beautiful features of the de
