Regnier, the mother of his daughter’s best friend, Antoinette. Besides being in the wrong yard, the dream deck and pool were at least twice the size...of the originals.Two voices alerted him to the arrival of his daughter, Diane, and Antoinette. Yet another sign that this was a dream. Tonight he was alone in the house as Diane was sleeping over with Antoinette. They alternated sleepovers most Saturdays; Antoinette had been here last Saturday night and would likely be here again in a week’s. There was no one else.“Wait here!” She asked. Then she put on her white stocking mask and pulled up the hood. She stepped inside the circle of stairs pulled at a cord and bell rang somewhere, then she sat down on one of the chairs.From the deep darkness of the room behind the chairs a person in a dark red cloak appeared stepped in the middle pulled the cord and sat down in a chair across Astrid. Two more appeared the same and one after the other rang the bell and sat down.The others wore dark. The doorbell rang. She looked out through the peephole and made sure it wasn?t a stranger before opening the door to let Summer in. Now that she was a woman and living alone she was much more security conscious."April! You look gorgeous!" complimented Summer, drinking in the vision that April presented. April was dressed in a beaded gown of ivory with subtle gold threading.April beamed and flashed a beautiful smile. She was hoping for that result. She took in Summer?s seasonal red ensemble in. The untouchables. The unmentionables. That’s how I rose to power. I have recently sent to prison Andrea Yvan, a woman who killed her husband Franklin and daughters Jasmine and Angela in their sleep with a shotgun yet claimed insanity. Lots of female criminals plead insanity as a means of getting away with murder. And juries and judges let them get away with it. Well, that doesn’t happen on my watch. How did I win this case? By using treachery, deceit and manipulation. The same tools criminals.