.. my ... God," gasped Cindy."What?" asked Danny."Nothing," said his wife. She got up and, for some reason, handed the phone to Danny. She shoved Clai...e toward the bedrooms and then looked chagrined. "Sorry," she said. Then she grasped Claire's wrist and pulled her more gently until they were behind the closed door."Show me!" said Cindy."You don't believe me?" Of course I believe you. I just want to see it." Why?" I don't know! I just do."Claire opened her purse and extracted the pieces of. Well, I'll just start at the beginning and spin the story of My Cousins Jayne and Sally, their introduction into my life and just how that affected me.To be honest this all happened years many ago when I was around 16 or 17. My Cousin Jayne was just under three years older than me and Sally was about 4 years younger than me. It goes without saying, we had known each other all of our lives. Their family lived about a half hour from my house and our families saw each other a couple of times a. He only went through the motions of the interview in order to show her that he is the one really in charge around here, that this place would fall apart without him, and although he would be her boss, he is likeable and his door is always open if she needs anything at all.He hardly listened to any of her answers to his questions; he was transfixed by her big blue eyes which looked up and to the side whenever she was thinking of the best answer; by her full red lips and the tip of her little. Would it be a men's or a women's prison they sent her to? Long, dreary years in a gray cell, followed by scorn and ridicule when she finally got out, a dried up old raisin of a woman....For one last time, Eric Trice acted decisively to take destiny into his own hands. Without hesitation, the woman he had become opened the balcony door and flung herself over the rail. She felt free as she tumbled through the air, and her last conscious thought was to hold down her billowing skirt as she.