She opened her bedroom door to see her mother standing on the other side, dressed in only a bath towel.“I need your shears. The really sharp ones. W...s has done it this time!”“Can this wait?” Jennifer asked.“Your brother- pleasured himself- onto my leg, Jennifer! Give me your shears, now! He’s LONG overdue for his cut!”Jennifer nearly choked with laughter at this. She peered down the hall at her brother, as he dried himself off.“You actually masturbated on your own mother’s leg?” Jennifer. Juanita had hold of my arm and stopped to tell me, “Meet my helper, Isabel. She looks like a teenager, but she’s almost your age. She still doesn’t speak good English, but she’s learning.”“It’s nice to meet you, Isabel. I’m sure we will have plenty of time to get to know each other.”Juanita asked me, “Are you hungry? Can I make you something, or would just some fruit be enough?”Connie told Juanita, “Chuck is used to three heavy snacks a day between his meals. Just look at how skinny he is. We. ’ I nodded but didn’t speak. I couldn’t speak with the lump in my throat anyway. It was exactly what I was thinking during my run that morning, what if Alicia were home alone instead of at work. ‘And, um, I don’t expect anyone to believe me because I have said this all before, but I want to get better. I want to be healthy and not do this anymore. But I’ve said that before and my family won’t believe me, but I do mean it, Ray.’ She had been speaking slowly, hesitantly – I think the word is. " Are you threatening me?" he asked her, his face turning red beneath his helmet."Take it for what you will," she told him. "But step back and lower your voice when you address me and we'll get along a lot better."He took a step backwards, to the delight of the crowd watching. He did not, however, lower his voice much. "My men are taking over this investigation," he said. "We're assuming federal authority under the WestHem code."Duran smiled. "Static," she said. "It's all yours." She keyed her.