’ She had very little self esteem, from when she was younger. Only if she knew my adore for her lovely self. She had always been so nice to me, when...we were younger, and now, when we are both 18-year-old women graduating out of the naive pits of High School hell. We had been friends for a few years, only that. She’d confide her loves, her hates, her self pities, all to me. As I’d keep in my unconditional love for her locked inside of me. Most say we looked as though we were sisters, twin. Let's cut the uncle stuffaltogether. I'm calling you JoJo, so you just call me Marty, huh!"JoJo beamed one of his irresistible smiles. "Sure thing, Marty."Later they circled about and visited vast orchards of grapefruit andtangerines, acres of them too, and the sight made Marty feel old GremlinGreed stirring inside.He knew nothing about fruit growing and had no interest in farming, so ifany land came his way by inheritance he'd certainly sell it off to aproperty developer, or one of those big. Knocking first on the no longer locked door, Robin opened it and stepped inside, calling out to announce his presence as he did so.The store owner responded from down the hall, saying that she was in the office and that he should come on back.Robin did so and, as he walked down the passageway, he glanced right and left at the collection of photographs that lined the walls. Most were taken a long time ago, but still recognizable as the neighborhood around them. One in particular caught his. "Hand me my bag." John reached down and handed Constancia a brown paper bag that Nena hadn't noticed before. She also hadn't noticed what was going on around her.Nena's attention was drawn away from her three tormentors to the dogs. They seemed more agitated. They walked around the group casting furtive glances in Nena's directions; occasionally howling, their tales wagging eagerly. She again tried to move her arms and legs but to no avail."Don't try to move," Mark admonished, "You're not going.