A shot and quickly another broke the spell, both nearby, hollow booms that made them jump. The women looked at each other. Another shot rang out, even...closer, echoing for some reason. They heard men talking but could not make out the words and then the sound of horses, and it was still again except for the breeze and the crackle of the dying hardwood fire.Anne stood and opened the door. She looked out and saw one of her goats lying near the well, its head bloody. She and Bess crept across the. It was an older piano, an upright, but sturdy, and comfortable. Mom gave us weekly lessons every Friday. She taught a few other people too at various days and times.I played my week’s assignment flawlessly, without getting my practice book out of the bench. Mom applauded. Then I looked at her over my shoulder.“I had dream about playing the piano. Can I try your song?”“You’re welcome to try.” mom said, with a hint of amusement.I played. It started rough, but improved. Some of my muscle memory. They came back in at four and both of them were so dirty. They sat at the bar for a minute and were drinking a beer and Michael said he was going up to take a shower. Jason said he was going to go home and get in the shower and will be right back and I told him he could use the bathroom downstairs and just wear some of Michaels shorts. So Michael got Jason some shorts and a shirt and went upstairs and Jason went downstairs and I was almost thinking about sneaking downstairs and act like I. With the right inflection, she could make it sound like just everybody kept mistaking her for the porn star.Another might be, ‘Jillian Carson, transfer student and biology major; and you are?’ That shifted the conversation that had been started back to the challenging person, especially if she put a hand out for a handshake. Would a sexy, slutty, porn star really shake hands with someone? This one was also in the ‘calling your bluff’ category.Further statements relating to Jill Janes and the.