" Since when have you not been able to come to us when something happened to you?" Mrs. Langston asked, now looking at both of us with a severely disa...pointed expression. "What did you think would happen? Did you think we would blame you?" We thought you'd go to the Devlins again and then Tabby would be faced with even more payback," I said. "Maybe something I wasn't there to rescue her from."The Langstons looked at each other and communicated silently the way all long time marrieds seem to be. ” she replied. “There’s no such thing as objectivity in psychology, or in the human mind. All we can do is guesswork. But it sure helps to have training for that guesswork. Plus, sometimes it’s nice to just tell someone everything.”“Yeah, it is nice.” I nodded. “Is everything else going well? Any updates from your family?”“Haven’t spoken to dad at all, which as far as I’m concerned is good news.” I admitted. “Okay, we can leave that be then.” Mira added diplomatically. “And what about your. I found some of Mom's fake eyelashes and put lots of blue shadow around them. I couldn't decide between this real red tube of lipstick of my Mom's or the purple kind that I like. I decided since I wanted to look all grown up, I would use Mom's. I'm glad I did. It looked way sexy, specially if I kinda like kept my lips open a little bit! I put my hair up in a French twist. My neck looked so long and sexy that way.I got a pair of Mom's black thigh high stockings, real sheer ones with a seam up. Being only five foot three, her height deceived many into mistaking her for a teen. The long, sable brown ponytail held high on the back of her head only added to the misleading image. Dark, thick eyelashes that laughed at the thought of mascara surrounded slightly tipped emerald eyes, smooth, pale skin splattered with freckles across her nose and cheeks. Kayla was currently in her classroom standing atop a stool straining to release the plants hanging from the ceiling. Holding her breath, her.