It wasn't my favorite meal, but I also didn't feel that I had been punished. I sat quietly in the small jail house waiting room while they rounded up ...ypsy Allen. When the jailer brought her in to us, he also brought a stack of paper for Simpson to sign. He signed for her since he was in charge. I smiled as I watched.While he signed I gave Gypsy a close look. She was trying her best to look innocent, but I wasn't convinced. She seemed to be on guard and thinking every second. She should be of. Did I distract you?” she asked, noticing my lack of focus had gotten my virtual self killed. “Oh, hey Lana, no, I mean, no big deal. What’s up?” Lana flopped down on the couch across from me. “Not much, it’s just my last night before I head back to school and everyone is asleep already. But I’m too excited to sleep.” “Oh,” I said, “do you want me to scram?” “No,” she laughed, “no, Jack, will you keep me company? At least until I get tired enough to go to bed?” I most certainly would. I. "That would look odd with those heels," Aunt Tracy responded."Well take them off," Mark said at the same moment as Tracy's phonebeeped from where she had put it on the bed."Hold on a second." Tracy glanced at her phone and her face lit up intoa smile. "Your Mom responded, any guesses as to what she said." She thinks it's a joke," Mark answered."No, guess again." She's furious with you," Mark answered while still staring at the whiteconfection laid out on the bed."Sort of, I'll give you half. . some clothes, and an address, date, and time.Nobilis wants to meet you somewhere?No, he said it came from someone else.Well, he wouldn't lie to you. So you don't know who sent it?No. Do you?I wish I did. Are you going?I don't know.Let me know, okay?Don't I always?I put the box away and went to bed. I found it difficult to sleep. I kept going through the long list of all the people who could have sent the box. Steiger? Unlikely. S.D.? No, impossible. I kept running through all the names of my.