A few hours’ digging through Schön Klink’s records said that he had visited several of their facilities eighteen times in the past three years fo... a malignant and slowly-growing brain tumor. No known aliases had returned from Interpol’s records under that name. However, the fingerprints on the bottles came back with the name Francis Morgan, an American contract killer who’d dropped off the radar fifteen years previously.“There was a rash of high-profile knife murders at that time,” he relayed. Then Mom shocked me."And what if you are?" I couldn't understand what Mom meant. I just stared at her the way I stared at my teachers: dumbly. "Is there anything wrong with being a slut?" But Mom all the girls at school use it like an insult." Well either you're a slut or you're not. I think if you're a slut you find out and then accept it about yourself. I mean if a person was happy being fat, should they change just to fit in?"It didn't seem right to me but I couldn't argue with Mom's logic. Our conversation had ironically turned to the philosophy of ethics. She was arguing that her concepts of right and wrong were atheistic despite being loosely based on Christian morals. My rebuttal was that neither right nor wrong existed outside human thought and that the fact that she had a moral code at all was due to her socialization in a Christian environment.The conversation came to a screeching halt as we finally acknowledged our impasse, but I commented on how nice it was to have a. I copied her. Mrs. Wayne waved us away when I looked at her for homework assignments."Well?" I said, when we were in the hall.Robbie smiled. "It's not the play. They would have called Tami too."I nodded. It was Wednesday, and they were supposed to be announcing the results sometime tonight. The winner and two runner-ups had a banquet in Seattle this weekend."Could be class standings, I suppose. Mr. Reed wants to tell us in person the world has gone back to normal," Robbie said with a.