She spent the morning in her cell thinking about the afternoon.Then at two o’clock one of the older police officers knocked on her cell door.“Stan... facing the wall with your palms flat out in front of you.” Jennie did so and the guard came in handcuffed her and led her to the same office she had been in before, the guard took off the cuffs and I entered. Officer Hughes got up and shook my hand and then walked to the door and said to the guard. “Don’t worry you don’t have too wait I’ll take her. "And yes you are."Barbara trembled. Something was terribly wrong but what could she do? Leaving was unthinkable."You know, Mrs. Simpson, I think our problem might be the generation gap. If you we're younger, you might appreciate our parties. Hell, we'd probably invite you if you were hot." I... But that's ridiculous," said Barbara, "I'm 58 years old and even when I was younger I never would have gone to such a party!" Because you've always been an uppity self-righteous old cunt?" asked. I sighed."Okay, if you must. I'm at-" I began again."I know," Misty said. What could this 18 year old budding superstar model want with me, an aging female bush pilot? Yes, we had a tragedy in common, but it needed to be put behind us, I thought.Three days later, I heard a quiet knocking on my apartment door. I opened it to see Misty standing there, much as I remembered her. About 5'9" tall, maybe 95 pounds, long, silken brown hair, deep brown eyes, perfectly complexioned, perfect, white teeth,. Our father had been sitting on the couch reading the newspaper, while we girls were sprawled out on our stomachs whispering to each other. Evidently, Dad has ears of hawk, because he perked right up, when the phrase 'truth or dare' entered our conversation. That's when he had said that he didn't think that the new generation still played that game. I giggled and Tonya's face turned bright red."I bet I can find out." Dad said confidently folded the newspaper up, placed it on the end.