Now I have every right. Enjoy your stay, Alice. I will be seeing much more of you quite soon.”Alice shivered at his words, as they were accompanied ...y a calculating leer that chilled her to the very bone.-“Go away,” Alice muttered as the Cheshire cat regarded her from midair in her small room. Not only small, but grim, for it lacked windows and everything in it that wasn’t Alice had been painted or dyed a particularly dreary shade of grey. “Stop feeling sorry for yourself, Alice. If you’re not. I looked over my shoulder and saw streams of partygoers heading towards the Company canteen where the Christmas party was being held. I knew through the work grapevine she would be there.I gave the bartender a nod. "Actually," I smiled, "I was wrong. You're worse than my mother. Thanks for the advice. Sometimes some things just need to be said out loud for them to make sense. Merry Christmas," I told him as he tapped the side of his forehead.I wrapped my scarf around my neck, buttoned up my. Bob Ritter had been driving home from work late one night when a drunken driver crossed the centerline and hit his car head-on. He never had a chance. The police said that the other car had been traveling at almost one hundred miles per hour.The funeral was difficult for everyone. Bob and Sue's relatives flew in from around the country and were a big help to Tommy and his mother. However, when the funeral was over, she and Tommy had to go home and deal with the loss alone. The accident changed. I put on a bra and slipped into a shirt I knew she loved, then put on leggings which I thought made my butt look hot. My mom hated it, but she'd stopped fighting against me when it was obvious I was just going to wear what I wished. I dabbed on perfume and put on lipstick and eyeliner. I wanted my sister to see me as beautiful as I could be, and I felt full of confidence as I blew myself a kiss in the mirror.I tied my hair in braids, two down over each shoulder, my auburn locks long enough to.