I should not have entered. Yet it was God's grace that led me there.Enraptured by the beautiful choices of cloth, I hardly noticed the door open. When...the woman spoke, I could not help but listen. "We cannot afford this, Sweetheart!" I looked around expecting to see a husband, as if a rare bird had flown into the shop. The voice that answered ran a shiver down my spine. "Mother, you will buy the dress I require, and that will be that." I did not see the boy, but I heard his voice, young. So. You've really become specialto me, I really do feel like you're almost like alittle sister to me now."I guess I should have felt a shock at what she wassaying but strangely I didn't. "I guess I do feellike you're my sister Ann."Ann then spent some time telling me about her sisterKaren. Karen had been a couple of years younger thenher but had died of cancer when they were in highschool. Ann and Karen had been very close as sistersand her death had deeply hurt Ann, she had recoveredonly by. I take care of myself. I'm not hurting. You have to look out for yourself. No one else is going to do it for you." You sound like me," she said, "I look out for myself. A woman has to look out for herself. It's a man's world."It was her third drink and she was already getting loose."You know I'm a cop. What do you do?" I'm a receptionist. I answer phones all day and try to make people think that I really care." Yeah, sure," he said feigning incredulity, "That's how you can drive a BMW." That's. Your man’s name is Jethro Morris. His last know address was in the Tampa area. He has been in the local shelter lately. He went out to score a hit of Chrystal, it was his drug of choice,” I said. “Just some unsolicited advice, I’d take a look at the Meth dealers. Just saying,” That time it was Amos saying, “Asshole, but thanks,” “Just don’t forget you owe me one,” I said.“I was afraid of that.” he said.With the mystery of Jethro Morris solved, at least for now, I moved on to my own plans..