Some audience members were playing with themselves, or with each other.Suddenly, I got the message. My heart beat fast and wild, and my head felt ligh..., but I began forging a path towards the stage and climbed up. I have no clue what got in me, but suddenly I felt represented in the play, understood, summoned, and besides that was curious, adventurous, nobody knew me there and if everything went to hell I would never need to come back again.I stood on stage, in my red dress and sandals, while. Matthew dwelt on this often, what a successful mom he had. It wasn't just that. She was such a looker. It freaked him out that he was 16, and Maggie was only 37. That was only a year older than his absolutely favorite older actress, Rachel Leigh Cook.David wanted to fuck her. He'd said as much, much to Matthew's chagrin. Said it a number of times, laughing at Matthew's embarrassment. Matthew affected a thing for his sister, Anna, who was actually pretty hot for a 9th grader. He'd never said. She asked him if it was stock. He said ‘no’ and popped the hood for her. She made the appropriate appreciative noises. Jake slammed down the hood and tossed her the keys.Mitzi drove his car carefully and competently. She said he would get more horsepower to the rear wheels if he had a manual transmission instead of an automatic. Jake conceded that, but pointed out that over five hundred horses were getting to the posi-track rear end already. How many did he need to drive to school? Jake took. As it was she was walking a tight rope. She just needed answers. And now she had them. Turns out that the department was right. Her mother’s killer was both…dead and convicted in other crimes. The man had been executed for killing six white women. In exactly the same way that he had killed her mother. But because her mother was black they had never made the connection to crimes that bore a remarkable resemblance to her mother’s death. So now she knew. Knew who killed her mother. She even knew.