‘I’m going back to bed. You coming?’ ‘In a minute.’ ‘Fine. Whatever.’ He stomped back upstairs. Dani curled up on the couch, hugging her...elf. The nightmare had been too realistic for her to dismiss. When he was alive, Ben and she had had almost a telepathic link. One of them would think of the other, and the other would phone, one of them would need help, and the other would show up already knowing the problem. Why couldn’t that link have survived Ben’s death? If Ben was in Heaven, and was. Ears will be pierced at least once; obvious earrings will always be worn.No small sleepers.Make up will always be worn, as appropriate to the occasion.Nails will always be painted.Dresses and skirts should be obvious, making you conscious of them, andaffecting your demeanor in some way i.e. very short, or tight, or floorlength, or possibly 50s style petticoats, a very full skirt maybeacceptable if it is long and gets in the way. Whatever the style itshould require constant attention and. Nothing.He had slept better than he could have imagined – he had expected nightmares, at the least. I guess all that practice at the archery butts paid off, he mused as he slowly got dressed. It had been a strange experience, yet somehow so calming, standing next to someone and firing arrow after arrow, not even looking to see where he’d hit, trusting his aim and losing himself in the rhythm. It reminded him of cold mornings as a child when he’d escape outside to practice rather than listen to. If you leave now, you can still get away. If not, you’ll spend a lon—”“Shut up. I don’t care about you, I’m after the bitch betraying me.”Em kept walking Amanda backwards, but high heels in reverse on carpeting is difficult in the best of times. When a menacing stranger is approaching, you tend to not study your feet. Em instinctively reached to her side, finding nothing but a small clutch with nothing but makeup inside.“Look, Robert, this is a bad time. We’ll talk when we have more—”“She’s not.