The LeClercs had placed me in Monique's room with a second bed, but the thunder somehow frightened me so much that I huddled together with Monique for...comfort. I do not believe either of us thought about it, but fifteen minutes later we were kissing passionately, and I was sliding her nightshirt off. It took a bright lightning flash as we were kneeling on the bed in panties and kissing to bring us to our senses."Oh god, Rebecca," Monique said as she realized what was happening. "I'm sorry."I. That dress wasn’t mended and I’d have to do it fast. Holding up my heavy skirts, I ran down the backstage corridor, carefully dodging half-dressed performers and mounds of costumes left strewn around after quick changes. Reaching the stairs, I thundered upwards avoiding those on their way down. ‘Wardrobe’ was on the second floor. It was a large room packed to the rafters with all manner of costumes. They hung from hooks and stands or were crammed into baskets stacked against the walls. There. My mother was the proud owner of two or three stunning Samantha Sutton evening dresses in her wardrobe, which had been bought courtesy of Veronica’s successful efforts to drain money out of my father like a cracked dam. “Well,” Veronica continued, “the excuse of a man she has been married to for the past fifteen years has now filed for divorce and is seeking a significant financial settlement in the proceedings, in spite of the fact that he has spent most of the marriage unsuccessfully trying. I was going to have fun buying clothes and whatever else hit my fancy. Putting the money in my purse, I pushed the doors open and grabbed a cart as I looked around and spotted the clothing section. I spent the next thirty minutes trying on clothes, and then put five complete outfits in my cart. I then went to the electronic department and started going through the music section. When I was finished, I had forty CDs and twenty-nine DVDs in the cart."What next?" I said and then walked over to.