A ROOM
A ROOM It was meant to be just an ordinary visit. Nothing just a simple dinner in a hall. It all began with an invitation arriving at our doorstep on the 4th of May 1920. The past few years have been disturbing in many ways. Not going into details but the past few years were just if I put it into simpler terms it was trouble. The invitation was from Mr Torres, a very close friend of my father. My family was in particular amazed with the invite as we had not thought that we would be seeing him for a while since he drove off to the front lines a year ago. Call it good luck or the grace of god that with his arrival at the front lines the call for fire and guns was over and the conditional doves were released. The day of the dinner arrived. We got down to the Crown Hall in our cart and upon arrival, we were greeted and taken by surprise by Mr and Mrs Kepler. They were a prominent wealthy couple living in their Bungalow built on Oxford Street. They were friends of our...