"Lois, where are theboys? And who are these girls doing chores and making dinner? And whythe hell are there bags full of girls' clothes in the living ...oom."Lois grinned. "We don't have boys anymore Hal. Those are our beautifuldaughters - and I don't know why it's happened - I think it has to dowith this ring you gave me."Hal gulped. He remembered when he got the ring at the flea market. Heswore as if the ring was calling out to him - he knew his family wouldthink he was crazy if he told them. He shouted, “I’m Leroy Jones, Junior. Can anyone tell us about what happened here?”One of the old women came across the street walking with the slowness of old age. Grey hair, bent back, and swollen joints gave testimony to a hard life. Her thick glasses suggested that she couldn’t have made out their identity from across the street. About half of the way across the street, she asked, “Is that you Leroy?”“Yes, Ma’am,” replied Leroy as he moved towards the old woman. He recognized her from his. Wenndeine erste Periode beginnt, m?chte ich dich sehen." Wenn es sein muss? Aber ein Gutes hat das Ganze, sie werden dann dochnoch zum Spezialisten f?r Dschinns." Es muss! Jetzt erz?hlt mir mal beide ausf?hrlich und in Ruhe, wie du inso kurzer Zeit zu einer jungen Frau werden konntest und das auch nochbis ins letzte Detail." Mama, muss es noch einmal sein?" Ich glaube schon, Jeanie." Ich brauche diese Informationen, um mir daf?r einen Grund einfallen zulassen, und damit du auch offiziell eine. Like Jenks had said, I was supposed to forget about the murder. The police would take care of the matter. It was an intriguing thought.The police could be out in the rain, doing their best. I could be in bed with Honey, snuggled up against her bareness. Or wrapped up in the warmth of her heat and her blanket. And I would also be doing my best.But there was always a day after tomorrow; and then I'd think back about everything, and I wouldn't be happy with myself. Reluctantly I pulled my hand out.