He quietly walked up behind her and clasped his hand over her mouth to keep her quiet and they walked back into the hallway. She looked at him, terrif...ed at what he must think of her, and saw him with his finger over his lips. a signal to keep quiet.They made their way down to the kitchen where Jim prepared some coffee and they sat at the table to talk things over. Jim could feel a tension building and he hoped that he could work it out before they separated."Oh Jim," the petite redhead. "The two women went into Melissa's office and close the door."Okay, what's up Connie?" Melissa asked."It's Tiffany, I'm the number one model here and everyone is askingfor her." I hate to pop your balloon but you aren't the number one girlanymore." You can make me number one again, just be done with the whore." You stupid little bitch, do you have any idea of how much moneyTiffany is going to make for me? You were a model, straight forward, amodel, but Tiffany is a super-star. There are. " Can't? Or won't?" Both!" Elizabeth cried. "Mara, you can't be the intelligence behind it! Your spirit cannot reside in your body and in the house. It can only be one or the other."Mara paused again and stood up. "All right."Elizabeth stared, her eyes glazed."How soon can you do it?" Mara, no! You'll die!" I already died thirteen years ago!" Mara screamed.Elizabeth fell starkly silent.Tears welled up in Mara's eyes and trickled down her face. "You think this is really me? You think this is. "You's just a bedroom negra and bedroom negras get bored if they ain't a hard man around, that's a fact." It's not my fault," I pouted."And that's why you's come round here smellin' like negra pie." She started suturing the chicken closed, quickly and without hardly even looking at her fingers. "You's gone and got yourself a girl, huh?" Negra pie?" I giggled."Bound to happen, I spose," Mercy shrugged. "Suh ain't gone like it none, but that be your business anyway." You think he'd be mad if he.