”“They are all twins?”“All except Amy, Beth, and Clara. They are triplets.”“I would like to talk to each of the children that are old enou...h. Which ones are the oldest?”“Margaret Erin is the oldest.”“Which one of you is Margaret Erin?” She spoke in a sick, syrupy, sweet voice.“I am, ma’am.”“Hi. My name is Margaret also. I would like to talk to you. Is that ok?”“Sure. Daddy?” Margaret looked at me.“It is fine baby. One of the policemen will be with you to protect you.” I told her.“Ok.” Margaret. ”“Okay, Aunt Janet. But Mom was so looking forward to having you over after your month-long honeymoon.” Sammy said as she jumped the final few steps of the latter.Janet looked at me carefully and she asked Sammy, “What exactly did she mean by sister?”Sammy shrugged her shoulders then said, “Remember how I was looking into my real father? Well, I found him and Erica here is his daughter. So that makes her my sister.”Janet stood there for a couple seconds and looked uninterested. Then her face. "Do you see anything you like? Those designer jeans really accent their asses, don't they?" I like your ass better than anything I see," I said, completely serious."Oh, you say the nicest things. Is it too early to leave?"I laughed. She couldn't be serious. We danced together until Janet reluctantly agreed to change partners. I could tell that Jane was on a mission the moment we took our first step."She's going to take off her sweater, isn't she?"I wanted to ask how she knew, but I played dumb.. ”Lisa had then left us so that she could go check her tables. I watched her work while marveling once again that there was so much more to this woman than most people would ever see or believe.My attention was brought back to our table and my girls when I heard Trish asking what all of this “Ritual” stuff was about.I looked over at Laura and said, “Does this mean that you haven’t followed my orders, slut? Was I not clear enough when I told you to make sure that the “Ritual” was performed on.