She'd never made Daddy's drink before, but had seen it done a thousand times. Moments after her mother had jumped into the shower, Daddy walked throu...h the front door, he was quite dashing in his black tuxedo and bow tie, dressed for tonight's fancy event. "Hi Britney", he said with his usual smile and charm. "Where's your mother?" Oh she's in the shower, she said she'll be out soon and told me to fix your drink for you" Oh" Daddy replied, a bit of a surprised look on his face.Britney went to. “You might need this. I’m going now.”I started to run, but Dad grabbed me and held me behind him. He walked – fast – down the hallway with the gun pointed up. His head moved from side to side as he tried to look in every direction at once. I followed faithfully in his footsteps.When we got to the kitchen, I saw the knife block sitting there with all the knife handles pointing up. I called “wait” and hurried over to it. I pulled out one of the longer knives, one with an eight inch blade. Then I. " I'm sure all of your women are ladies. I think you exaggerate." There was a tone of excitement in Trudy's voice. I wondered about it. It was almost as if she were baiting me to say something more lurid."Well, if I wasn't afraid it would offend you, I'd give you an example of last night's conversation. This was a conversation that took place when the three of us were showering together. It was conversation between Cindy and Joyce, and it would certainly prove my point." Words by themselves. Katie blinked. The fantasy faded as she fastened her watch. “Damn, I’m late,” she muttered, and picking up her bible and handbag, strode to the door but the phone rang just as she reached it and she sighed. Why couldn’t she just let the phone ring out? Why did she have to pick it up? Her hand hovered over the phone, fighting the urge to walk out the door and let it go through to the answering machine, a moment later she picked it up and stared blankly at the poster on the wall. Let.