Her long black hair and green eyes are a family trait that all the women in her family have. I guess I’d say she was average height and weight. It w...s Friday morning and I was eating my breakfast when my step-mom came into the kitchen and dropped a little surprise on me.“Good morning, sweetheart!” she smiled at me as I sat there in my depression.In acknowledgement, I answered” Hey mom”.In a cheery voice, she asked, “What would you say if I told you that you and I were going to the mountains. Weston" Cindy said smiling, "I'll see if any of the other girls on the Cheerleading squad want to help out too." Cindy stopped, noticing Raymond. She smiled at him. "Oh, Hi Dr. Je... Professor" Cindy said, slightly embarrassed from her near slip of the tongue. "Oh, go ahead and call him Jeckle" Bill said laughing, making Cindy more embarrassed. "Isn't that right Jeckle?" Raymond just grunted, trying not to encourage him. "Well, I'll see you later Professor" Cindy said smiling, "Bye. During the spring of my junior year at college, I came back to my apartment one day after classes. I found a note tacked to my door, asking me to call a certain number, ask for Sgt. Stone and that it was urgent. When I got inside, I called the number listed. I found that it was the police department in my hometown. When I told them who I was and who I wanted to speak to, they had me hold for a second and then Sgt. Stone picked up the phone. He told me the bad news. Mom had been driving. Time, however, had robbed the house of its past glory. That's where I came in. I was going to restore some of that glory back to it. I knew it was going to be a long process. The house was solid, but in disarray. For one, the huge stone fireplace that made up half of the living room wall was falling apart. I was going to have my hands full repairing it in time for winter. Still, for a house that had sat empty for almost thirty years, it was in very good shape. Some new paint and a few.