She had to lookdown slightly to meet his eyes. "My goodness, Emily, I thought we werethe same height but you're actually a little shorter than me. Not...aproblem I suppose as long as we keep you in skirts, dresses or evenshorts or crop pants."She paused for a second then said, "I'm in a really good mood today,Emily, not sure why but I am, so I'm going to be kind to you. I'll letyou pick from these two outfits." She held up a simple white T-shirtdress in the same style as the pink one she was. She stood, inspecting them, as if each one was putting its point forward,rallying to be worn, as she picked one out and then put it back, and finallyshe settled on a long sleeved satin hobble style corset dress, and laid iton her bed as she delved into her panty draw, and triumphantly pulled out amatching red satin thong, and laid the thong by the side of the dress on herbed. After she laid them down upon the crumpled satin of her bed-sheets, she pickedup a towel off the rail and went into the. And Abigail? Stay. Home.”His voice was fierce, and I looked around seeing for the first time the extra men with badges and their guns. I noticed the air in the office was tense, and they were all waiting on John. “Jake!” I jumped as he hollered for one of his deputies. “Get Abigail home and make sure she stays there, understand me?” Turning back to me, “Abigail, I’m serious. If you don’t stay home tonight God as my witness...”“I’ll stay home John," I whispered. I turned to Jake, barely 18 and. Sandy's house was a shotgun structure, very old, but freshly painted and looking respectable. I think the reason the street address had sounded familiar was that it was in the same neighborhood -- I think the same street -- as Baltimore's old Memorial Stadium, the club's original home ballpark.No sign of Memorial Stadium now, but I'd been there once -- as a small boy. Small boys don't forget ballparks they've been to -- even the ones that aren't there anymore. A trip to a major league ballpark,.