It would take forty minutes to get to the hide, and she would need to be in place a good hour before time. She would need to make herself comfortable ...efore she got set up, checking the wind, humidity and visibility. She hoped she could get off three or four ranging shots, but couldn’t risk more than that. Even silenced, the powerful rifle firing an over-pressured round was not quiet, but it was hoped that at that distance the sound would not be noticed. Too many in too short a time, even that. I wanted to put on a kind of show, if I found out partiers could see me from the ground. And I found out you can see his balcony - quite clearly actually."I gulped, but managed to say, "I see. And you saw something on his balcony?" "I did, Father."My heart sank. "Why didn't you tell the police what you saw." Well, between you and me, Father, I am getting too old to continue with my career. I want to move from in front of the camera to behind the camera as a producer. And ... well ... that takes. Francine lifted the item with two fingers as if it were unclean, but at the same time, something of value. “You made lil’ pickaninnies?”“No, Ma’am,” still staring downward. “Ah ain’ never.”“Here, Abby. You think he can?”Poking it with my finger was enough for me, but as I didn’t want to act little, “Looks so to me.”Francine retook possession. “Watch this,” rubbing it. “Pulling the taffy,” she giggled as it got bigger. “How he’s going to make us more negra babies. Mama tests all our boys but. Then I made some phone calls and got two rooms at a comfortable little hotel…The rooms turned out to be adjoining and after we had settled in I took Judy out to dinner. After we had enjoyed a delicious meal, we went into the lounge for a last drink. We made small talk for a while and then I noticed a band setting up. I invited her to dance…Judy smiled as she looked very relaxed. We had two more drinks before the band started up and I led her out onto the dance floor. We had a few more drinks,.