Her parents were blue collar workers who could barely provide for their family. As a result of this April wore old out of style clothes she obtained a... the thrift stores. She didn't have money for cosmetics and hair care. Her glasses were the cheapest they could find—what many in the military called 'Birth Control glasses'. They were the old thick black plastic frames with the very heavy cheaper lenses. April's complexion was pale, pasty grey looking because she had to do almost all the. The BeginningWell, here it is. First you need to have the stage set. I grew up on a farm/ranch, whatever. It was pretty secluded with the closest neighbor a little over a mile away as the crow flies, farther by road. There were several farms/ranches in our area, most with kids my age who I played with as a kid, then went to school with through high school and a couple through college. My family consisted of two parents (not remarkable in that area and time) a brother and a sister. We kids were. The journey to his home was always very secretive. I would travel in a Rolls Royce Silver cloud with darkened windows and often blindfolded. Charles always in the front seat sequestered behind a privacy partition while I sat alone in the rear seat. My instructions as to how I was to dress and behave during the ride were either left for me on the seat in a letter from Rene or sometimes related to me directly by Rene via the car phone. Upon my arrival at Rene’s Charles would depart from the. Wow, Abergale thought, trying to ignore the fractures that her mind had just split into, the storm must be right overhead.The storm that raged outside the house had somehow moved inside Abergale and as the storm raged outside she noticed that a deep cold was overtaking her. It almost seemed impossible to her, how could she be cold wrapped in warm bed clothes? A cold shiver ran all over her body like an internal window had been broken and was letting something in from the darkness outside. .