It was a large ranch style home. We knocked on the door, a guy answered.He said, “I am Brad and you must be Brandi? I usually don’t work on Sunday... but Ellen is such a good client I could not say no to her. Ellen talks about you all the time. You are much better looking than she led me to believe. In fact she called me this morning and told me she was not coming with you I was expecting you to be alone.”Brad was six foot one, blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, he looked to be between twenty-five. Jessica looked straight at me once again. "Obviously, there's no use intrying to leave; who'd believe your story? And now that your blood is thesame as mine, you are, for all intents and purposes, me. So stick around;for the next while, I'm going to be your teacher, and show you how to doall the little things we expect from you from now on. Don't worry, you'regoing to love it, I promise. Are you ready?"She was right; I had nowhere to go, nowhere to run, and nobody to turn towho'd think I was. The only comfort was the feel of warm air on her skin. It was warmer, and light out here. So much better than being...In There. In the cold. In the dark.The Detective said, "I'm done here. Here's my card, give me a call if anything turns up."Over the sound of retreating footsteps, the Coroner replied, "Sure thing."The door opened and closed. There were a few moments of silence, broken by the Coroner's breathing. He took a deep breath, paused and then let it out.He mumbled under his breath,. Once all the colouring processes were completed, Carole set to work withscissors and comb, cutting and shaping my hair. Then strands were wrappedaround rollers until it felt as though I was wearing a pincushion. Ideveloped a dreadful headache! Foul smelling solutions were then sprayedover all over my hair and it was back under the dryer. Then a furtherwashing, blow-dry, and brushing out. Even once she had finished Carolerefused to let me see the results of her ministrations. "Just wait until.