Juliagasped when she caught sight of her face."Oh my God, I look so grown up," she said in awe. "As in, grown up justthe right amount!" You definitely...don't look at all like your Mom," I added. Her face wasstunning, but she still looked under twenty. Just the right amount of eyemakeup, and a little blush on her cheeks. Her lips were hot pink to matchher nails. I loved it and told her so. What I didn't tell her is that Ifelt quite envious!As the hair extensions started going in, Julia looked at. When Mom's hair started falling out from the treatments, I shaved her head and wrapped it in a scarf. Her sweet loving smile tried to tell me everything would be alright. But the feeling of hopelessness was so heavy in the air, that no smile could break through it, not even from our queen. The sickness was brutal, and took everything from her. She became frail, and spent night after night vomiting while Dad, faithful as ever, tended to her. He was always our knight, he fought for her with a. Samantha had witnessed the whole event as she had pushed herself along the couch and behind a chair in a futile effort to escape and hide. She had paused as she saw the woman toy with Charlie during their fight. It had become glaringly evident that she could have defeated Charlie at any time. Sam had then watched in horror as the woman had first bitten Charlie's neck and then severed his head from his shoulders. Her look of horror had quickly changed to one of total terror as the woman sprang. ”“Just not Finland,” Danny laughed, setting off Helen into giggles too.“Deal.”Two days later, they were on the road south. Danny had also replaced the old Volkswagen station wagon with a Mini Cooper Clubman model, offering a modicum of (small) family friendliness and a much increased coolness factor. Helen had complained about the Volkswagen mom bomb for some time, and now she was happily piloting her new toy southward. Danny missed the size and comfort of the Volkswagen, but then again, he had.