" That's not fair," Susie complained. "Jenny's already had her turn.It's my turn now." Okay, then Susie. Sit down on the makeup table bench and we'll ...etstarted. Jenny, you take one of the emery boards and shape Susie'snails on her left hand so that they are nice and round and even. I'lldo her right hand."I had watched Mom filing her nails while she talked on the telephone orwatched T.V. and now I was getting to try it. I held Susie's hand withmy left hand a used the fine side of the emery. She had heard him close the steel hatch at the top of the ladder, but did not know if there was a way of locking it from the outside. She had retrieved the Benelli M3 Tactical Shotgun that Junior had given her in place of the 870 as soon as he was outside. Checking to make sure she had a round chambered she had moved into the hallway so she could cover the exit Junior had used and the door from the garage. Since the garage door was the only other entrance, she felt confident no one could sneak. ’ Surprise and joy shone on faces as everyone joined to clap in warm appreciation to the boss. ‘Donovan is there no trophy this time?’ asked the CEO Leigh English. ‘I’m glad you asked,’ he grinned, turning to the door and calling, ‘Shaynelle!’ The door opened and in walked a beautiful flaxen-hair woman of about thirty with blue jewel-like eyes and a wide, generous mouth carrying a confident smile. ‘Christ he’s gotten himself married,’ beamed Bill, director of marketing research and analysis,. She said he didn't love me anymore. She said I shouldn't love him."Allen's hands clenched the gnarled steering wheel tightly."I hate Bob. I hate him."The paradox bothered Gwen. She sat back, her finger hooked in her mouth, and thought about the evening. She had done everything possible to please Sybil, to love her friends so Sybil would be proud. But Sybil hadn't said a word to her. She had screamed at Bob when Bob told them to leave, not to come back, and then stomped off without saying a.