"Come on, we have a tour waiting!" I replied, taking her by thehand.It turns out that the factory had become a bit of a museum, and there wasa local p...eservation staff and even a gift shop around the back. Maurice,the museum director had arranged to give us a personal tour in exchangefor a pair of his own Bertoulii V intermix rings to display, and luckily,I had a set that escaped the fire. Claire was in heaven, firing questionsat Maurice a mile a minute as we toured the damaged factory. I. I wanted to document its behaviors and results, so I could get an ideaof exactly what I could do with it. I was wondering if I could makemyself bigger, stronger, more attractive, without becoming a whole newperson. I had to figure out what clothes could make me more muscular. Iwondered if a muscle shirt would do it. I figured I would try it. Worstthing that could happen is that I'd have a new shirt.I heard Mary saying good night to mom and her door close. I looked atthe clock and it was already. “That’s a problem.” I said softly as I thought for a moment. “Put him on the phone, maybe I can talk to him.” Kiara hurried over and handed the phone to him. His voice deep and scraggy. “Yeah?” He asked, sounding frustrated, wanting to get on his with his day. I explained to him the situation, that I had accidentally taken the cash. That I was a few hours away from home. He didn’t seem to care, though. “Man, that’s not my problem. Your little lady here will have to figure it out.” He said. Icouldn't even complain or make other plans, if I valued my future. "Barbie . . .er . . . Bobby could you go up and help Annie?" my sisterTricia said. "I'll do the dishes so Mom can get ready to go out, and Anniecan go through her things. You can help me after." Just the way she said it, I knew she was saying, "so Annie can pickout the lingerie she plans to give you to wear tonight. and then I willpick out your dress!" I meekly trudged up the stairs to Annie and Tricia's room,.