Theygasped when they entered Tiffany's feminized boudoir of a bedroom."She" looked lovely of course, as lovely as Madge could make her. Andshe was so...feminine too! As they watched transfixed, gasping, Tiffanytwirled. Her floral rayon dress shining in the light from the windowsas the skirt and frilly petticoats fluttered and rustled and swishedgently as "she" turned and turned. Her smooth, feminine nylonstockinged legs gleaming now, shining in the light, her white patentleather shoes on tip. A life in boxesAfter my visit with Clarice yesterday, I scoured Georgia’s room for any kind of evidence that she had been as wild as Clarice suggested. Nothing. No sign of that necklace either. I finished packing the room into boxes about eight o’clock, after Grover ordered in some Chinese food. It’s sad to see a room that held so much of a woman’s life all put into boxes. They were labeled neatly with either ‘Goodwill’ or ‘Attic.’ Anything that had no market or sentimental value was already. I shot my aunt an are-you-stupid look. "Why would daddy give me knives and teach me how to use them to protect myself and then have me leave them in my bags when I leave the safety of the house? Of course I have been taking them out of the house! I don't go anywhere without them."Aunt Sabrine seemed to be having a hard time with this. Her mouth opened and closed a couple of times without making sound. Then, "What is going through your father's brain? You are barely ten years old! How could he. Dunmore asked several questions, clarifying, and Doug thought he might have made a good Army Intelligence type. His cross-examination was able to help him remember a few details that he’d forgotten.The FBI agents wanted to hear his story, and told him that they had identified both men as two of the three they had been looking for; one of the two was supposed to have been in Chicago, and the other was the missing third man. He admitted that there was an internal investigation starting over the.