The intercom suddenly crackled and I heard Mabel, the crossdressed old con who was our 'madam'."Take half an hour hun, it's gone quiet for now and it'... getting late; get cleaned up and give me a call."I half groaned into the intercom,"Sure."I wanted to just lay on the cot and cry myself to sleep but I knew that Carmel was right, I had to harden up if I was to survive. I had to find out as much as I could about this sick operation so that I could tell someone in authority so they would get me. As I washed the sweet potatoes, I thought this might be a good opportunity to learn a little more about these strangely appealing people. “Ellana, when I was talking to your mother and father this morning, they said something about your ‘final escape’. Can you tell me what they meant by that?”She flashed a quick half-smile and shook her head. “Father or Grandfather will tell you everything you need to know as you need to know it, Jesse. It’s not my place or anyone else’s to interfere with their. The hourly polls being run showed a solid majority behind him despite the numbers of protesters in the streets. Additionally, there were enough people willing to pursue "abandoned jobs" that he could do what he said he'd do. Newly enlightened self-interest was finally catching up with most of the demonstrators.Diehards who didn't learn that things were different now, but weren't stupid enough to run afoul of the rules of engagement otherwise, kept up the public effort for another month. But. " She smiledoffhand and returned her rapt attention to her closet."Here, you'll love this!" she suddenly declared, taking down ablack cotton T-shirt with a black embroidered deep V neck. "Andthis, perfect!" She held out what seemed to be a too-small,too-tight pair of black Capri pants. To me the outfit looked likean alien invader's uniform. A college girl's casual chic. "Why will I love these?" I asked."Because with the right bra the T-shirt will imply you have boobs,even small ones, and.