Mom and daughter constantly bickered over the competition known as the National Junior Miss Pageant. (It all begins with local and state competitions....Open to high school juniors, hence the name, Sheri's mom was determined that Sheri was going to be the next National Junior Miss and she would be there each second to make sure everyone associated HER with her daughter's victory.When Sheri first heard about this latest contest, she finally exploded against her mom: "Mom, I don't want this shit. “Oh my,” Janie giggled. “What will she be learning?”“How to make a Rocky,” Bella grinned. “Can I…” Janie trailed off.“Watch? Of course,” Bella said happily. “I’m thinking noonish?”Will kept turning, content to be a prop for their dance as they talked. __________________ Will and Bella carefully hung the mirror back on the wall. It was mostly Will, holding the big mirror from the sides and letting it lean against his head while he shuffled back and forth to Bella’s directions. She was standing. Jus' so long as ya don't do nothin' mean to 'em, they'll be as loyal as ya could want. I'd trust mine as much as I would ya an' Jethro, an' ya know how I feel 'bout y'all." Shit, Jeff, now I know I got ta look inta teachin' my niggers ta shoot. I've always been fair ta 'em, soz I guess that I could trust 'em with guns. Thanks fer the lesson, I shore appreciate it."That little dust up we had with the Jayhawkers got me ta thinkin' that pistols are nice fer very close range work, but my people. ..’ Gina started to say, before one of the men covered her mouth with a leather-gloved-hand and silenced her.‘Be cool, bitch...just be cool,’ he whispered, in a cold, deep voice.Gina froze in terror and her whole body went rigid. She imagined slowly being killed with knives and almost peed herself. The big guy covering her mouth said to his masked companion, ‘Just cut them off, man.’ Gina shuddered when male number two pulled out a big K-bar type knife, a military model, the kind with a.