It seems football in this school is more important than a girl's safety." You're going to crucify them at the right meeting, aren't you?" No." No?" my...father asked, surprised."No. Tiffany asked me to let her handle it. She was the one who had been attacked; I saw the fairness of letting her handle it. As we were leaving, I let her convince me to do some drag racing. Somebody issued a challenge. Tiffany convinced me to accept. A Ford versus the Flying Dutchman. Who do think won?" I gave dad a. So much has been happening here. I should first tell you I am in good health, and have been accepted at Harvard! (Remember I applied for early decision?) Their package came just a few days after I mailed you my December letter.I had to pay a price of course, but all the immediate uncertainty about college is behind me. I negotiated with my parents, under an end-of-January Harvard deadline for completing all the acceptance forms and mailing in an initial deposit for the tuition. Some serious. She could hear the muffled shouting of orders above deck as the ship was more and more still. She leaves her tiny bunk behind, climbing the steep stairs as the boat was finally docked. Truth be told she was glad to be off the boat, being the only woman on board had garnered her a good deal of attention, and led to a lot of frustrating encounters.Still, she was finally here. She Gazes out into the city, wondering what life would await her in this bustling. She's just getting more excited. This is not good."You had make-up on when Mom picked you up? Didn't you?" she cross-examines.I'm rattled."You wore make-up in the car all the way home! And you wore it until youput Jenny to bed! I kinow it!" she declares.My red face gives away all answers. I hate her. Freaking Sherlock.Goddamn it! Just drop the whole idea."I *have* to see you dressed up now," she beams. "Please?!"I just shake my head. Just like I did when I was 5 and she was 7. Justlike I did.