"A little better" she told me after my hours oftraining.We then worked on my voice inflections. To get it right I had to putthe same effort one puts i...to the singing of notes. I stood up andsat down at least a hundred times to get it right. I practiced theway I reached for things, and the way a swept my hair back. I workedon the way I looked at my watch and the way I sipped my coffee. Islept in nightgowns and panties and even was instructed to sit - andwipe - when I peed.This went on for days.. “Would you like me to go with you?” Pippa smiled and nodded. Owning up and confessing hadn’t been a difficult decision to make for Pippa. The truth was that in Pippa’s mind it hadn’t been a decision at all, as she had no choice in the matter. *** As they arrived at the door for the second evening in a row, there was a sense of déjà vu. Mrs. Dupree was dressed more smartly than usual. A ribbed sweater with a string of pearls round her neck and one of the tight tweed skirts that she seemed to. "Mon amour, I must tell you about a dream that was not a dream."She sighed and looked down at her hands that lay folded on her lap. Erik walked to the bed and sat down on the edge next to her. He placed one of his hands atop hers. And with the other one, he lifted her chin so he could look her in the eyes."Have you been reading Poe again, ma chère?"He chuckled, but Christine saw that his eyes were shadowed with worry over whatever she planned to tell him. She met his gaze warily and fervently. David said, "Let's see what's for lunch." We aren't eating her food," Rose declared flatly."I'm hungry," David said while heading towards the dining room."She probably spit in it," Rose called out to his retreating backside.John asked, "Why would you say such a mean thing?"Rose said, "She's bitter. She has just discovered that we want her gone and now her feelings are hurt. She's angry and wants to punish us." I guess that is one theory," John said. "I'm not sure that I buy it."From the dining.