When the initial static had ended and the picture burst into view, his jaw dropped - it was the blond! She was standing barefoot in what was probably ...he living room next door, wearing a very short, loose denim skirt and a white short-sleeved blouse. Red hair-ties gathered her hair into two ponytails, making her look very young. She was sucking on a lollipop."Hi! I'm Anita, your next door neighbor - but, then, you probably recognize me, don't you?" She smiled suggestively, and gave the lollipop. Lying myself back down against the pillows I cried myself to sleep. The next morning I wake up praying that last night had just been a terrible nightmare but knowing damn well it had not been. My baby cousin was truly gone. The young man I considered my brother from the very start was dead and I would never get to see him again. For the next few days, it felt as if I was walking around in a complete trance. Just going through the motions. Yes I was physically there but mentally I had. He stood on the chair she hung beside, and slowly let her down. As he now looked down at her lying on the floor she reminded him of nothing so much as a marionette with its strings cut.He picked her up, finding her corpse lighter than expected, and carried her to their bed. The smell of urin and death hung in the air, but he could also smell her perfume and....something else.As he arranged the corpse on the bed he was overcome again with a wave of numbing grief which drove him to his knees. He. Opening the door, I saw Dianne and Larry. He said, “I caught her sneaking out of the house. She told me she was coming over to visit you. I’m not stupid. What’s going on between you two?”She pulled from him and went into my arms, “I’m in love with Jeff, and he loves me.”“Is this true?” he said looking at the two of us together.“You’re not as smart as you think you are. We’ve been seeing each other for almost a year since ... since Mom and Dad died,” this frail girl said finally standing up to.