In this case, his name was John Dunshie, and he was a lost soul certainly, misled, but evil lurked within, just under the surface. To my mother, he was tall,dark haired, slim, and charming. As I imagine the Devil himself to be, if he ever came up and introduced himself. I have no idea what he said to my mother, but somehow, he won her over, in a short period of time. As I mentioned, we always came to bible studies together, he not only noticed my mother, but me as well. We were not only a mother and son, but as it turned out, we were convenient, and a sort of prey to him. He beguiled her, charmed, and courted her, in the proper manners. Somehow he wheedled his way into her heart, to our detriment, and especially mine.