Did I lose my voice? What was happening to me?The knocking stopped. I laid silently wanting to cry; nothing came out. I fell asleep.Six in the even...ng. I was so hungry, so thirsty; I had to use the bathroom so bad.Why was this happening to me? I think I woke up to knocking again. I don’t remember. I left Corey in the woods when she needed help; was this my punishment. It hurt her to walk home; I made her walk home all alone, knowing that I was mad at her. I deserved this.My whole body. The day was moving quite well and then company arrived that I certainly was not expecting.My SIL pulls in and before I had a chance to put anything on she saw me. Well, no since in trying to cover up now. I acted as normal as I could and she shouts out, I love the country sunshine. With that, she begins to peel off her clothes. I am stunned! She continues to walk towards me putting her clothes in her hand as she disrobes and upon reaching the tractor says, “can you put these with yours so they. ” “Faye’s very kind, Miss Stern. I think she saw me at my best when I was her maid in the last film we did together.” “Dolly. It was the first you’ve ever done with her, too?” She raised an enquiring eyebrow. “True.” I smiled. “But I was brilliant.” “Modesty, I love. Your voice has changed. I saw that film. You were good but your voice wasn’t.” “Flick sent me to a voice coach. She said I sounded like a cat’s claws scraping a blackboard.” “Did she no?. Lift your chin.” I lifted it. “Nice bone. He called me up out of the blue and I met him in his hotel bar. He arrived desparately late, and hour or so- Im thirty and reasonably glamourous, dyed blonde hair, quite smallish, so he is interesting enough to have me come to his hotel when hes in town, but I am have got enough allure about me to not be an hour alone in a bar of a posh hotel without anyone coming to talk to me. Well, a pretty abusive Mexican talked to me for a few minutes, telling me how pretty I was, then talked to me for a.