She was pretty sure that the woman had an over active imagination.The woman looked at Claudia and said, “You are a real puzzle. I bet you were a che...rleader in high school. I wouldn’t be surprised if you had been the head cheerleader. It is obvious that you were raised in the Midwest — corn country. You’re divorced or else you wouldn’t be sitting in that chair.”“How do you know that?” Claudia asked. She began to have her doubts about the woman having an active imagination.The woman waved a hand. There were bound to be suitable clothes in the wardrobe and clothing hooks aplenty, he suggested. And the detectives, he said, far more wisely than I had clearly considered, would prefer to be able to remove the clothes to a laboratory as soon as they could, so taking them, clothes hooks and all, would be a much simpler procedure for them.Mary undertook to go through her husband’s clothing in his wardrobe and eventually passed me a selection of spare clothing hooks on which to hang my. ” George said with a smile.Both adults ignored his greeting, looking at his relatively inexpensive clothing from The Bon Ton with the scorn only the truly stuck up can manage. The girl, though, looked at him with interest and friendliness, not to mention a wisdom well beyond her apparent age. George suspected she had a hard childhood.“Hi,” she said, “I’m Jill.”The woman glared at Jill, which irritated George. But, he thought, you get more with honey than vinegar.“Hi, Jill,” he smiled, then. To use the bathroom and found Cassandra waiting when I returned. She woke up when I slipped out of bed, and while she used the bathroom, I removed the bedspread from the second king-sized bed, because ours was damp, fragrant, and wilted from our exertions.I took a moment to start the shower and clean the residue off me, knowing Cassandra would choose to join me. When she did I washed her gently and tenderly. She purred in my arms, as I softly soaped between her legs and up inside her as far as.