"What should I do?" Take her out to dinner and talk to her. I've done about all I can, but I can't make things as clear as you can, probably. She has ...ome wild ideas... Best you shoot 'em down somewhere where she can't make too much of a fool of herself," Clem advised. "Once you shrink her head back down to size, she'll settle down." Okay." I turned to Rachel, who was closing cupboards. "I understand that I need to negotiate with you separately. Would you like to have dinner somewhere and. They sent her home to wait for the results of their deliberations. It took three days before she heard from them and was summoned to their chamber. She was suspended for two weeks and was to take an anger management course and attend traumatic stress counseling sessions at a nearby military base that had such sessions for personnel returning from the Middle East. Her resignation however, had not been accepted. She was asked to name her two-week replacement and she chose Verna, the female half. We can easily say that all the bride's maids have to have blondhair to bring balance to the pageant, and your dad won't have a clue."But that's not true," sighed Jeanette."Of course it isn't, but your dad won't know that. Men are total idiotswhen it comes to style and fashion. Don't you ever go shopping withyour mum?" All the time, but dad never comes. He goes off shooting pheasant or towatch rugby or stupid football every Saturday. We only ever see him atdinner times on the weekends." Well. Rachel had come home an hour earlier, her face dark, and had raninto the bathroom, locking the door from inside."Go away. I don't want it, Chelsea," a voice said sadly."You can't stay in there all day ..." I can stay here forever if needed."Chelsea remained before the door for a while, listening as her friendcried softly."Let me in at least, please. Speak to me."There was a moment of silence. Then the key turned in the lock and adevastated Rachel appeared on the doorstep."Oh, your hair ...".