clearer.The pattern wasn't static, it moved with my dad's actions, those copper-bell like four eyes locked onto me.Those blood-red lips also wore a sinister smile..."Joe... Little Joe..." Whose voice...Ancestors used thes in my house. This place had a more grand and rustic style.I saw a woman in ancient-style clothing float past the front of the main courtyard, and I hurried to follow her. My junior wife is temporar...