"Isn't Carol Anne here tonight?" Mrs. Taylor asked with some concern."No, she's taking a well-deserved break," Sharon replied."Well-deserved is right,... said Mr. Taylor. "She's earned a few weeks inthe South of France."And that's how it went the entire evening. All of the regulars asked forCarol Anne, and all wished her the best. Sharon said nothing about herpossibly being ill.One aspect of the job that Sharon had not had much experience with arosegradually - dealing with complaints. Her usual. Her usually long red hair had been hastily pulled up to a makeshift bun. I loved redheads. The expression on her face told me her computer problems were the least of her concerns today. I must have lost myself staring at her though because it took me a minute to hear her calling for me."Hello? Are you here from IT?" Oh, sorry. Yes, Ms. Mitchell, I am." I snapped out of it just in time."Oh thank god. I want you to watch me throw this piece of shit out the window."Whoa. She must have been really. Suddenly, from behind the closed bed curtains, exposing one limb at a time, emerged a fragile-looking Danja Bittners. Silk veils in kaleidoscope colors draped her petite frame like she was some kind of Aryan Salome. She stepped out onto the floor, her feet bare, and the veils fluttering around her body. She didn’t look at Boch, and she didn’t look at Moe. She was alone in some Arabian dream. She began to dance, silently, without music, circling and twirling. She pulled a pink veil loose,. There are going to be a lot," and then he took a phone call and was still on it when we parked.We were met by several dozen officers before the car stopped moving. The media was everywhere. There must have been a dozen trucks with camera towers high in the air. I heard Marley yelling my name. All I could do was just wave.We were then led inside by one of the side doors and then down the corridor. The bodies were still on the floor where they had fallen, partially covered with a cloth. The heavy.