’ ‘Some women seem to like the domineering type partner,’ she said. ‘Well this woman isn’t one of them,’ I said. ‘I was going to quit an...way and that’s the final straw.’ ‘Do you want to talk to me another time?’ she asked. ‘Wha..? No, I’m sorry. Let’s get out of here. I need a drink.’ ‘You’d better find something to cover up those beautiful breasts,’ she said, and I looked down and laughed. ‘Yeah, I’d better cover up before I get arrested.’ I reached back to grab my shirt and pulled it on. The DeCroys had moved to Georgia after their father's home in the French Quarters of New Orleans had been destroyed in the floods. They were verydark and these were the kind of people Dale hated. "That uppity niggerjust don't know his place." Dale told his friends after Marc stopped himfrom shaking down a black sophomore for his lunch money. When Marc gotbetween them Dale pulled out a knife, but Marc was fast and had beencaptain of his former school's wrestling team. In no time the bully wason. They were kind of, well, empty. It was like being sucked into a vacuum. She shook her head and blinked a few times, amazed that he’d been able to shock her into silence like this. ‘You can control people’s minds.’ She repeated skeptically. ‘Yes.’ ‘Is that supposed to be funny?’ ‘Oh I find it very funny.’ He said. ‘But to be honest it’s getting rather boring. It’s not even a challenge anymore. I mean Sarah Matthews AND Ashley Matthews. At the same time. And they gave in so easily.’ ‘That’s not. I didn't complain, since I was sure who it was.Inga stood in the doorway, again in her blazer/blouse/skirt/stockings uniform. She held a garment bag in one hand, a small duffel in the other. "Mama! What are you doing here?" The two females hugged.I was jealous. Inga never hugged me. Neither did her mother, just a handshake."Just stopping by for a chat with Mr. Marcus about your ministry." Doc kissed the top of Inga's head. "He had nothing but positive things to report."Yes, about how perky her.