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, so low that I did not realize right away. And then, in his hand was the remote control television set. Me and him staring at each other for a long time. Suddenly he smiled. Moving, he walked back to me, his feet light, and he passed me, placing the remote control next to the video recorder. I turn my head around, carefully watching him. - Sorry, Bella, but is not it better if your mom really does not get involved in this? His voice was polite, kind. I rubbed my face as if I had been hit by a sharp blow. My mother is still. I'm still in Florida and never heard my message. And before me, my mother had never been alarmed by the bloodshot eyes on his white face. - Yes - I answer, not hide the relief in the voice. - Why do not you look so angry to know that I was fooled? - No - I suddenly felt incredibly brave. Now what? Everything will end soon. Dad and Mom will never be harmed, nor will they ever be scared. Thinking up, I suddenly felt dizzy. Part of the mind in the oil I started to...