"Al watched her exit the restaurant."Mr Crusoe don't waste time, do she?"Jac checked her watch again."Nine-thirty-six."It took Al a moment to remember...the other reason for this excursion."Oh yeah, the beauty shop. Where is it, by the way?" She gestured in the direction of the back wall."End of the block, right across from the supermarket. I'm going to dosome research while they're makin' you gorgeous." She fished out a cardfrom her shirt pocket."This is the pay phone in the library. Call when. Andthat's kind of the real reason I'm writing to you.I try to be good. I really do. I've always tried to be good. Butlately, well, both Mom and Dad have been yelling at me a lot. Allbecause of something I keep doing. And because of that, I guess I'vebeen bad. But all the rest of the time, I really do try to be good!Honest! But anyway, they've been yelling at me a lot lately because Ikeep going into my sister Becky's room and kind of stealing some of herclothes for a little while. I. "Explanation of what you asked? Well I'll try to tell you, without being unkind to Larraine. Larraine on the telephone had the voice of an angel; I have to wonder how many clients had a picture a sweet ripe apple, just right for picking when they spoke to her on the telephone. Well to be perfectly honest they were all in for a bleeding great shock when they actually came face to face with Larraine. All six foot — in bare feet and she always wore heels — and - I'm guessing here - about. I had no idea she’d take it so badly. I wasn’t quite down on my knees but I was close to it. “Sue, for God’s sake, give me a break. Phone my mother and she’ll tell you that it was all her idea.”She looked thoughtful for a few seconds as if weighing up her options, and then shut the door. She leaned her head against it and slowly sank to her knees.She started to shake and at first I thought she was crying. But when she turned around with her back against the door and her hands over her face, I.