Cindy gave me a sly glance as she took my hand. Want to see the house? She cooed in my ear. I had seen the house before but I could always see it agai..., I thought to myself. As she led me by the hand and up the big wooden staircase, my heart and mind started to race. When we got up the stairs and into her room, Cindy closed the door behind us. I looked around at the rather girlish looking room with the flowered wallpaper and stuffed animals on the shelf above the bed. It immediately brought. An' I need to go to the bank. An' I want to talk to them Desert folks agin'." We'd love to take a bumpy ride with you," Weena announced. I guess she got it now, too. That left only Maddy in the dark."Hey, Weena! Let's go see how Andy's doin' and what that mutt's up to." I got up. "We'll be back in an hour or so." And we went outside.Outside, Weena asked: "Why'd you want to go?" Don't you get what Charlie's doing?" He's trying to organize his station." No, dear. He's trying for a corporate. Liz takes lots of photos of Alison and Jane dressing. Hal gives Jane his home address, and says, “Jane Slave, be at my house by six o’clock for dinner.”She gives a simple reply of, “Yes, Master.”He turns to Alison, “Ali, after school go home, get clothes for the week, and catch a cab to my house. Tell your mother you’re staying with a friend for the week.” She nods yes.TransportThey walk out of the storeroom, and he puts the key back where it belongs. While walking to their next classes Hal. I can tell."I'm sorry, Mom," I offer, but I don't know why. "I'm sorry."I just don't want her to be unhappy like this. It hurts to look at her.She drops the knife and pulls me to her bosom."Come here, you!" she embraces me tightly.I feel like she'll never let go. I'm stuck here. I want to be here. Ihate being here. I feel sexy. I feel warm. I feel loved. I feel despised.I bawl into her shoulder and squeeze her back."You shouldn't be sorry," she says as she plays with my hair. "I'm sorry.I let.