Mrs. Phelps broke away with one last "Thank you," and a kiss on my cheek, then stepped away to have a hushed conversation with my mother.I could smell...Charlotte's shampoo in her hair, along with a hint of baby powder. For just a few short moments, even after all the craziness of the past half hour or so, everything in the world seemed right. It was a completely different feeling of serenity than when I spent time with my ants, but at the same time, holding Charlotte in my arms just felt .... When Becky turned around, she said, "Oh, it's you again!"So this was the saleswoman from yesterday. We introduced ourselves, and her name was Christine. "What are you looking for today?" she asked Becky.Before Becky could answer I said, "Well, Christine, as Becky told you yesterday, most of her clothes are fairly conservative. Those are no longer acceptable, so I need to pick out clothes for her that please me. Is there anything in this store that you think would please me?"Christine looked at. She studied him for a minute before pulling herself into his lap and pulling the blanket on the back of the couch over them. She could feel in his hands as he held her that he was still worried about holding her, if it was okay. She shifted again and rested her head in his lap as he began stroking her hair, gently caressing and soothing the place that Jacob had hit her. ‘You,’ she said, sighing, ‘What am I going to do with you?’ She saw him gulp and could hear his pulse. ‘I…-.’ ‘First day here. The junkie was one of those ones that couldn’t be trusted because the lure of a fix was the only thing on her mind. Since Barbara was the only obstacle between her and her “ice cream” she did the only thing that made sense to her screwed up mind. She sliced poor Barbara’s neck so fast that I almost didn’t see it until my partner was well on her way to the floor with blood spurting out to decorate the doorway with Christmas red in the middle of July. Now, everyone looked at the picture of.