. I hear a pounding on the door. “Get your asses up,” Mr. Conner’s sixteen year old son, Artie says. “Mom and dad said that you and Eve have t... help me do yard work and clean the house while they’re gone.” Artie is a spoiled brat, 5’ and weighs 275 pounds. He doesn’t want us to help, he wants us to do the work.I am outside mowing the lawn and I hear Eve scream in my head, “Joe!” I run in the house to find Eve.I get in the house as Mr. and Mrs. Conner walk in the front door. “Joe where is. And all anyone can ever see is a fat person.” Ella wiped the tears off Fatima’s face with a tissue. “Being fat isn’t the worst thing there is. I used to have a bit of a complex about my figure too. I guess that’s why I’m so skinny. And I guess that’s why I fuck everything that moves. You know. Lack of self-esteem. I dunno. I’m not a psychologist or anything. I used to binge eat and vomit when I was a teen. Bulimia. You must’ve heard of it. I don’t do that now. Too busy fucking to care, I. Claire looked up at me and confided in a low and carefully worded manner,"I remembered why I didn't think my sister had an accident or died of natural causes. She had been dating this guy who was into a lot of very scary stuff and I think she knew she was in danger."I was a bit taken aback because Priscilla had never mentioned anything of this nature to me and there was nothing in the file to indicate that it had been a part of the police investigation. It would explain an awful lot about why. ”“If you say so. Lynn warned me on the way over that you all were nuts.”“She said we were nuts?” Carla asked.“Actually she said bat shit crazy.”“Ok. That’s better.” Carla said, sounding almost relieved.Bonnie opened her eyes wide and then rolled them as she realized that Lynn was right.“Show time.” The sound guys voice came over the intercom.“Ok, Bonnie, Lynn should be back with your food shortly. There is cold water, tea and soda in the fridge. We don’t drink alcohol when we play.”“That’s good.