When she finished my makeup, she brought out her hairdryer. She placed the large plastic bonnet over my rollers,turned it on and handed me one of her ...omen's magazines to readwhile my hair dried. Additionally, she gave me a manicure,painting my fingernails with a bright red polish. Once dry,Valerie removed the dryer, hairnet and rollers and proceeded tocomb and style my hair. When she was finished, she had me covermy eyes while she coated my new style with hair spray."Well, Jennifer, do you. . why Camille had to die? Why?..." Alan said with that obviously drunk voice. I started shivering and feeling really emotional. I had killed that guy, that sad lonely guy."Don't start crying yet, there's more" Alex said completely impassive.But Alan wasn't talking anymore. The phone went dead for about three minutes, then I could hear my own voice calling him. I was in shock. Tears were still rolling down my face while my eyes were fixed on the man in front of me, while I heard my own voice. "Surely, we don't need another restaurant there." No we don't and it isn't a restaurant. It's a bakery specializing in Donuts," she said. I laughed hard. "What is so funny?" You don't see the humor in a donut shop three doors down from a cop shop?" I asked."It most likely will fail in a month or two at the most. A very nice oriental couple owns it, but they speak limited English. Even that is heavily accented."Well I'll try to help them out," I said. Why not, I thought. It wasn't like they. Click!A chill of terror rose through me as the locking mechanism snapped into place. Dominique glanced over at my head bobbing out of the floor beside her feet and smiled. There was less for her to think about now. My naked body, folded away and forgotten into the darkness below. She'd shrunk me down into impossible proportions. I was manageable and unthreatening now. Less human.Her modest 5'9 frame, was suddenly gigantic as she stood up off the floor, towering over my head. I could feel her.