Olivia smoothed down the front of her dress again, playing with the buttons as she stared hard at her feet. “So what is it that you want from me?�...“To go. You let me free.”“No.” Olivia shook her head emphatically. “What else?”“Woman, I ahnvee!” I hunger. “Mardi Gras – she is calling me!”“I said no. I’ll set you free after you give me what I want, but not before. Now, tell me want else you want to trade for helping me.”The Baron sighed, and gestured with the now empty bottle. “More rum. . I'm sure your pa didn't think about what would happen to him or to you when he shot your ma. He did it because he was mad about the way she was treating you and about some other things that had just come up." Bobby says she was trying to get Mr. Smith to have sex with her."Oh God! Now what did I say? I decided that if I were Abby, I'd want people to be honest with me. "Yes, she was, Abby. Your pa found out about it and he was really mad." But, why did he shoot himself?" I'm sure that after he. " For just a moment, Johnny stood staring in surprise at this unexpected outburst. Then his anger reasserted itself. Zipping up his pants one more time, he turned to leave the room. "Wait a second," she said, reaching down for her purse. "I'll go with you to the front door." "You're sure it's not too much trouble? God forbid I get a nursing student in trouble with dear Mrs. Eastland." They walked in silence to the lobby entrance. "I'm sorry I had to disappoint you," she said when they reached. . it would not end well, of that I was sure.“She was hit by a car crossing the road. She didn’t feel any pain when she went.”Nod. Not immediately, but when she did nod, it was firm. Confident. Lucy’s face remained totally blank, but a single tear fell from her eye as I watched, fighting my instinct to tell her that everything was fine, that Marcie was alive and well.I love my sister, after all, and the last thing I want to do is cause her any pain. But I needed results, and I was sure that this.