Just leave me alone, Abigail."The phone went dead. Abigail's ears were still ringing from the decibel level of those last words. She slammed the phone...down in frustration."She's a stupid, pig-headed bitch," she muttered under her breath. Fine. She wanted to be isolated from her family. So be it. Abigail had tried. It was time to move on."Brianna?"Brianna looked up from her library computer screen. Merrigan was standing there, fidgeting nervously with the hem of her shirt. Brianna was surprised. "There used to be a sleigh bed upstairs," she said. "I see it's gone." It was sold," Hollis replied. "Just today."The woman let out a dejected sigh. "Thank you." She headed for the door.Hollis followed her and locked up behind her. "At least we sold that damned wooden Indian," he remarked as he turned off the signs and enabled the burglar alarm.Annie slipped on her coat and they descended the stairs from the apartment to the parking lot. "I have a laundry list of things you and I have to do,". I'll call you b-back," I said. I hung up.Oh Marcy, you big dork.I leaned way over, so that I put my head between my knees. I just stayed like that, concentrating on my breathing, for what seemed like a really long time.I was a good person. I've always been a good person.I sat up and wiped my face. I better call Jean-Luc back. He's probably worried about me.There was a knock on my door. Whoever it was could just forget about it. There's no way I'm answering looking and feeling like this."Marcy!. He stood on Jen’s knees. His big irises, were low, half hidden in their sockets. His small irises looked straight into Adam’s. Adam turned his attention on Emmy.He had imagined her naked since the sixth grade. She was the tallest by a clear margin. The sisters stood second and it wasn’t easy to tell that Krysten was minutely taller than Jen. Maura and Samira had trouble pushing 5’1’’.She was crooked, bent like a dog. She was on her knees, with her butt stuck out off the front of the couch. Her.