She sits down beside her mother upon the warm stones. ‘Mama?’ Her pudgy little hands touch the gaping wound where blood and brain matter still see... out. ‘Mama? Mama!’ Tears pour down her round cheeks, not comprehending as to why her mother won’t respond. Booted footsteps can be heard as her father comes out, disturbed by her cries. She totters towards him, pudgy hands soaked in her mother’s blood reaching up to him/ ‘Papa, papa! Mama!’ He lifts her into his arms trying to soothe her. She sobs. "With limestone banks, the water doesn't get muddy and it's perfect for swimming."Rose gave my hand a squeeze and said, "I want to go swimming. Joey, let's go swimming right now."I was completely dumbfounded. In my wildest imaginations I hadn't even thought about our going swimming. Then I realized why she had her gym bag--she had been planning to swim all along and had brought her bathing suit in her bag. But I didn't have a suit and would just have to watch her swim instead of our doing it. ”, saying the last with a leer. That was as far as he got, as he was now being chased by three girls screaming and laughing as they were trying to flick him all over his body with dishtowels.I was smart enough to stay out of this. I watched and sipped my coffee, having a bemused thought. And I knew that even though he regularly “bred” Holly by now, mentioning that would not be a smart idea.Mandy finished her breakfast first, and was flipping through the channels. “Where’s the parade?” she. Gruesome! We all puked!" You said that already," said the detective."Oh."The detective continued to grill the worker, making note of the time and other particulars reported by the construction worker.A while later, the coroner arrived and took the body to the morgue in Somerville while the detective returned to his lab in New Brunswick.The following day, the CSI chief called the detective into his office for a status report on the body."Sir," Detective Merrill began, "the coroner reports that.