The bartender brought over another drink, this time a Bombay Sling. I wasn’t sure what was in it, but it had a kick. Since tomorrow would be spent f...ying home to face the questions and the pitying glances I had decided to get trashed tonight. I might as well have some fun before going home. My plan involved ordering any drink that sounded like it belonged in the tropics. It was working. I was on my third drink so far, but frankly, I was nursing them. I’d been here nearly two and a half hours,. I was fighting not so much for me, but for my sisters beside me."Kim added, "The survivors learned not to underestimate a five foot, 95 pound girl with a bad attitude." Ms Dupont, Mr. Rivera. Please don't think this was fun. We regret the necessity and hate them for putting us in a position to make such terrible choices. But understand that we are the girls no one wanted except Pete O'Neal. He gave us our family and god help the son of a bitch who threatens it." Lisa vowed. "Selena and Athena. John immediately pushed her back down, smothering her in a most ungentlemanly fashion to stop her retrying. A split second later, the bullet from a high-powered Zastava sniper rifle shattered the five by five wooden post, at the height Alice’s head would have been. They both were showered in debris. Alice gasped in shock and horror. Sometimes it takes such a near miss to remind us of one’s mortality, like falling asleep at the wheel and waking up bumping along the grass verge, rather than not. Mendelssohn wanted to meet the famous Travis Horton, left fielder extraordinaire.Maybe he was a fan.The man, like his voice on the telephone, contradicted his Germanic-sounding name that induced visions of a Freud-like older man. No, the good doctor was thirty-something and looked more like the neighborhood Little League coach than a psychiatrist.We shook hands and Dr. Mendelssohn mouthed the usual clichés about at last putting a face with the name, etc. etc.I wondered if I looked more like a.