We went through security quickly, the salesman showing the guardseverything they wanted to see. Inside we arrived at a part of the airportI'd never be...n to. Small planes were outside the window. Private planes.The salesman tapped me on the shoulder, distracting me from the sight ofthe planes.There was a toned, bearded man standing next to him, looking me up anddown, and then giving a thumbs up to the salesman. The bearded man pulleda large roll of cash out of his pocket and handed it to the. For several minutes, Julie and Stacy had discussed whether to even deal with the traitorous woman. But in the end, they'd both decided that they couldn't live with themselves knowing they'd left her to die. They dragged her unconscious body back to the beach in front of their house, but neither made the move to bring her inside.They both examined the wound on her leg, which was deep. They cleaned it and stitched it closed, wrapping it up with a clean rag. But both women could see that the wound. Im not telling you. Just know that it isnt poison, and it wont hurt you. Actually youll feel really nice, trust me. He said. Cmon! And I swallowed. He just kept looking at me every time he could, accelerating the car fast as he could – the motorcycles had vanished because he had slowed down to talk to me. In a matter of four or five minutes I started feeling really weird. I wasnt worried about what was going to happen to me anymore and I was feeling pretty warm. The road was dark and the lights. At least not churches as I have known them," I continued."There is a Catholic chapel here, but I don't know when the priest will be here!" she told me starting to become frantic.We hadn't visited any of the few churches here for Christmas. Instead we held a service in the large parlor at Hickory Hill. Mrs. O'Flannagain had brought her Bible. Many of the other women had been jealous but grateful as none of them had one. Various passages were read from it, and our Sisters and Cousins had sung.