She had a while before that was going to happen, so it wasn't something she had to worry about now. After lunch, Brenda checked the clock, an hour a...d a half until she had to pick up the kids. She decided to take a look at the internet. She logged on and checked her email, then looked at a few face book pages some friends and relatives. She looked at the news for a while but her brain was elsewhere. She hit the private browsing icon and typed in 'subspace.org'. This was the site that had. An hour or so had gone by and I could tell that Alice and Helen were both drunk, they were speaking louder and laughing at everything. I could feel the effects of the wine and it was making me more relaxed. I was happy that nothing had been said by Alice and that, in a couple of hours, Alice would be on her way home.I was sat on the large couch, with Helen sat right next to me, but Alice was sat on the seat across the room. Alice got up and came and sat by Helen to continue their chat. Helen. "My mother died when I was born. My father was climbing the ladder of criminal enterprise and never had time for me. That was partly because my grandfather claimed me as his mistress, as soon as I came of age, which for him meant when I began to bleed."He died from an overdose of bullets."Desi looked at me with such an expression of conviction, and said, "You were very good to me a little while ago. I feel like it is dishonest for you not to know these things about me, before you get too far in. Where are you from, Whitney?”“The Louisiana Bayou,” she said. “I’d pick your accent as being Middle America. Iowa, Missouri, Nebraska, Kansas. Close?”“Dead on. How’d you know?”“I’m planning to study Linguistics. I listen to how people talk.” I chortled a little. “You laughin’ at my accent?”“It just took me by surprise. I love your accent.”“I could change it if you’d prefer something closer to home,” she said. I was dumbfounded. There was no trace of the Louisiana accent of just a minute.