Inside Sharon's room, three of her friends were already looking throughcomics and teen magazines and I just thought "yuck!" I wasn't lookingforward to...this at all.It didn't seem as though Becky, Colleen or Judy were particularlyimpressed by the intrusion either, but that was fine by me. All I wantedto do, was stay out of trouble long enough to get home without mum yellingat me again.What was probably worst of all was the fact that all four of these girlswere older than me. They were all sixteen. Eliza rushed to Mataoka’s open arms and then rebounded as she realized the very large bump holding her apart from her friend. They laughed happily and the two girls quickly went into the house and the warmth, talking excitedly. Pa stood just in front of me, his hands by his sides, studying me, smiling. Instinctively I thrust my hand out to offer to shake his, and this jerked him out of his trance and he stepped forward and embraced me for a split second, before stepping back again and grinning.. If she wasn’t my sister, perhaps I wouldn’t even notice her. Her name is Virginia . We have different mothers. I was born to our father's first wife and Virginia to his second wife, a Venezuelan immigrant. At sixteen, Virginia is 7 years younger than me. She possesses all the qualities that probably attracted my father to her mother in the first place. Thanks to her multiracial heritage, she flaunts a light bronze complexion and a petite structure, which carries with. She switched to formula, but I can tell she’s devastated. We need better care for the baby. So I’ve decided on a choice of victim for our next mission. Mothers. Who’ve recently given birth. And we’ll need to keep them human, keep them as nannies, as cows. We’ve tried to think of places nearby where we could pull this off. Hospitals, day cares, some sort of parenting courses? Anything we think of is either daytime, we lack invitation, or just involves too many people, too exposed. So I’ve.