It was a warm humid June evening. Dark thunderheads were making their way over the small rural Kansas town of Coffeyville.

                Elizabeth Hartford sat outside of her mom and dad’s gorgeous two story brick home. She looked at the huge, intimidating, house. She nervously debated on whether or not to go to the door.  She shifted the bundle of blankets in her arms from her left to her right.

                Elizabeth looked down at the bundle. Inside was her six month old son, Alexander. Alex looked nothing like his mother. Elizabeth was soft and elegant. She had flowing auburn hair and wild green eyes. As a six month old, Alex already had the rugged wild look of his father. His platinum blond hair was a mess and his greenish blue eyes, brought a look of hate for the world.

                She sighed and whispered, “Here goes nothing Alex. To grandma and grandpa’s we go.”

                Elizabeth stood up and slowly walked the cobblestone path, to the blood red door. The house was even more intimidating up close. With her free hand she lightly tapped on the door, hoping no one would hear her. She held her breath for a moment and when no one answered she turned around and started to walk down the path. Then she heard the front door creak open.

                Behind Elizabeth, in the doorway, stood a little woman in a maid’s uniform. She loudly cleared her throat, and Elizabeth froze. She knew exactly who had heard her signature knock. She slowly turned around and sure enough there stood Chloe, their oldest, most valuable maid.

                Elizabeth didn’t answer right away. Instead she stood there and admired how well Chloe looked. She looked as though she hadn’t aged. Her fiery red hair was tied back in a bun, and her eyes were a blazing blue.  She had a rough childhood, with many scars on her face, but she was still the most beautiful woman Elizabeth had met.