If it's okay with you, I'd liketo continue the look tonight." Okay," I replied. I really did like the way that I looked when I wasmade up the way she ...escribed. But I was also worried that it would looktoo dressy and sophisticated for my "normal" stage outfit. The only wayto know for sure would be to let her try out her idea.She started by wiping off the makeup I had applied less than an hourearlier, and then proceeded to apply the cosmetics. It took her about 15minutes before she stepped back. Then there was another, and another, and another. Sandra woke with a shriek and Ronnie dropped to her knees, huddling over the baby. When the noise finally stopped she looked up and saw Boyd, face down on the ground. Blood was everywhere. Behind him, still half-concealed by the open door, was Mei. Boyd's gun smoked in her hand.Mei was placid as she stepped over Boyd's body and took Sandra from Ronnie. She shushed the baby and rocked her back and forth until the crying stopped. Ronnie stared at. The StoryDamon, a freshman athlete, saw me holding a pale pink envelope when I came out of the head coach's office. "Someone's getting married?" he asked."Yeah," I said. "His nephew is marrying Nancy Hunters." Nancy 'Clara Bow' Hunters?" Yeah," I said, chuckling."I've heard of her name, but I have no clue why she has that nickname, and who the hell is Clara Bow?" Want to have a coffee?" Sure." Okay," I said, as we walked toward a lounge. "Clara Bow was an actress of the late 1920s. There were. Looking up into my eyes, she appeared somber. It completely threw me off track for what I learned to expect from her. Concern for her pushed my thoughts aside, and I held out my hand to her. She took it and allowed me to pull her into a gentle embrace. Again, the feel of her body touching mine, at those points where our skin touched, felt so right, so good. It had to be destiny or something, right?"There's so much I have to tell you, but I don't know how." She whispered at my shoulder..