“Who all in dere?”She looked inside. She saw a single Hispanic man reading a newspaper at the counter. The manager most likely, Tricia thought.“...ust one guy. Why?”“Dat be Carlos. Can’t go in dere. I owe him money.” He shuffled off down the street. Tricia shrugged and followed.“How do you know that I don’t have bad reasons to find him?”“I know dat ‘cause you ain’t know what you doing, girl! You came out here wit no plans! You don’ know what you doing, but you know WHY you doin’ it! It’s dem. How's everything going?" Great! I can't believe you're almost done, but already I like what's been taking place." I'm glad to hear that. Care to tell me what's going on in your life right now?" Well, for starters, I've been touching myself a lot more and I think that's been helping me maintain a calmer attitude." Very good. Anything else?"She paused for a minute, grasping for the right words. "Actually, yes. Do you ... do you remember that doctor who interviewed us a few days ago?" Yes..." Dr.. As she was helped out she could see the island had an army base with barracks as well as large ornate buildings. The whole complex was interlinked by gardens and pools; it looked like a luxury hotel but armed to the teeth.She stood there in heels and the billowing dress as a waiting fat figure smiled then bowed."Joseph," she said surprised but not understanding why. After all Joe Mobana was the eighteen year old son of the president. Already a healthy 20 stone his portly frame showed that. At first, Shay was truly just too busy with school, clubs and volleyball, and that was why she began missing our evening chats. However, sometime around the middle of October, Tabitha and Aimee started inviting Shay to hang with just the two of them. Shay felt the same pressure to accept, so she did. It wasn't too hard to do, because she'd grown fond of her new friends, and they seemed to genuinely like her, too. It didn't take long before the girls told Shay that they were just like her, that.