She was about three inches shorter than I but had a much nicer body than mine. The only thing that could suggest Jennifer was my sister would be her l...oks of hatred that my childhood neighbor's little sister used to give him. But then, I never had a sister in my life."No." Your girlfriend? She's been standing here for more than an hour. Pretty chick!"I stared at him and pointed my finger at his computer terminal. "Girlfriend? You've got to be kidding," I murmured to myself. However, I knew why. Her interrogators were fascinated by Ruthie’s tale of her parents stashing this fortune in their home, like a real-life Scrooge McDuck stashing money in his vault. Most of the bills had never been circulated and had consecutive serial numbers so those were quickly checked against lists of stolen money and other currency involved in criminal activity, with negative results. Since records of the transactions Ruthie had described would be easily available, nobody had any more questions to ask, and. Still wearing a Farrah Fawcett hairdo that was already two years out of date, she'd twice stolen authors that Julie had worked with previously by opening her legs to them. An offering that extended even to those with a wedding band on their finger.Julie's favorite song of late was Odyssey's "Native New Yorker", and like the girl in the song, she wasn't always a lady, but she was hardly a tramp. A sentiment that Connie never seemed to care about. And now, as if she needed another reason to. "Fine," he said. "Fine. I'll be by to pick you up in twenty minutes."Whew! "Great!" I said. "See you then." And then hung up.And then felt the situation settle around me like a wet blanket. Had I just gotten out of one stupid situation, only to step into another one?Out of the frying pan, right?Great.Sa .3"Where are you going," Jenny asked me as I turbo'd down the hall. "Meredith's party isn't until three." I'm gonna go hang out with Arie," I said."You're what," she said."I'm gonna go hang out.