”“You stayed out past your curfew and sneaked in late, and you'd been drinking. You could just as easily have gotten into an accident and been kil...ed. You know my rules on drinking.”“Yes ma'am.”“And you drank anyway.”“Yes ma'am. I'm sorry.”“I'm sure you are,” she said. She took my face in her hands and looked into my eyes. I couldn't stand that for long. I felt tears forming, then pouted as they ran down my cheeks.”“You're very good at crying and feeling sorry for yourself,” she said.“Please,. "I am Jasmine," I said reluctantly.I felt an odd tingling sensation all over my body. I closed my eyes andfelt my body shrink somehow, and the clothes I was wearing shrank with it.When I opened my eyes, in the mirror I saw a little girl of 7 or 8, herblack hair braided, dressed in a smaller version of the dres I'd beenwearing, showing her latte-colored legs."What..." I said in my high-pitched, little girl's voice.I lifted up the dress, and pulled down my panties. There was slit on myhairless. He smiled at the idea and laughed, quietly. No. Not his little pet. He threw his coat over the hook by the door and walked down the hallway, towards the kitchen. He heard the sound of clinking pots and faint singing. A smile spread across his face. April would never be singing if she’d heard him enter. John padded down the wood-floored hallway in just his socks, glad for them to be muffling his footsteps. He reached the door and delicately opened it, glad there wasn’t a creaking hinge to give. I hadn’t really dismissed her claim, but I had discounted it somewhat in the belief that Anna just hadn’t met all that many people. In our two weeks at the Hacienda, it became obvious to me that Anna hadn’t been exaggerating at all. Yolanda was the only one, besides her grandmother, who was fluent in Apache. Thanks to a Padre at one of the El Paso missions she was also conversant, if not fluent, in Latin, Italian, and French.Yolanda was also well versed in higher math, including algebra,.