It’s a good thing I did have trousers on. I’d have been tenting out my gown.There was something like three hundred in my graduating class. Carney ...igh isn’t a huge school, but there are enough people that it isn’t possible to know everyone. They tried to get us to line up alphabetically, but we didn’t have to walk across the stage or anything. They would read the names of the graduates and we’d line up to shake the principal’s hand and get the fake. They just give you an empty folder with a. She picked it up and looked at it for a moment, its wholesome oaty contours seeming perfectly harmless. She threw it away, assuming that her bratty older s****r was responsible. Little did she know that it was an omen of the pure mind bending horror which was soon to follow. That weekend her mother went shopping. She had gotten in the habit of doing all the grocery shopping for the month at once, so the kitchen was packed full of bags and boxes as the girls went about putting things away.. Darren had been attentive both in and out of the bedroom. Stephanie was one satisfied lady. Even a few of her students had commented on how happy she was lately.She sat in the passenger seat of Cassie's Camry wondering what was up. Going out on Saturdays with Cassie and Christy had been one of Darren's early complaints. Today he practically picked her up and put her in the Camry. It was their anniversary. Stephanie wanted to spend the day with Darren.Cassie was rambling on about some sale at. She swiped and showed me a picture of a tall attractive woman, mid twenties, in a dark red shirt and black apron. Hair was a bit straighter, smile was a bit more genuine. “Her?”“That was her at Sapphire.” I didn’t remember Alex taking out her phone at dinner, but then I saw the angle of the restaurant, and realized the picture was taken on the way back from the bathroom.“Her name’s Faye.” Sam cocked her frown and looked back at the coffee shop door. “And you think those girls look just like.