"Why don't you mind your own business?"In seconds, other kids, including Libby and Yvonne, had surrounded Donna and Alexandra. Donna kept her hands up...and her fists clenched, ready to defend herself.Donna said, "I told you to leave her alone. You wouldn't listen."About that time, I noticed the welt on the bigger girl's cheek and the blood dripping from her nose. Libby picked up Donna's bags and headed for the car. Yvonne followed Libby, and Connie walked over to the curb.In her best 'don't you. ”“Credit score, amount of personal debt, yeah, I agree we shouldn’t discuss those unless we’re sure that we’re serious,” Jan agreed.She sat in my lap and we started at the top of the list and worked our way down. We were halfway through when Chloe dragged into the room. “Is this a private party?” she asked. Jan held her arms open inviting Chloe to join us.“Jim couldn’t sleep. He thinks we need to discuss a bunch of things before we go further, so he started on a list of things he felt we should. As Isat watching the TV, eating Chocolate, surreptitiously touching mybreasts tweaking my nipples all the time dreaming of the day when I wouldhave my own.Another thing I did was seeing that all my inherited shoes were size 7and I was a size 6, so I could use them I stuffed damp kitchen towel inthe toes, pushed my feet in and hopefully when the paper dried therewould be a cast of my toes and I should be able to wear my new shoes, Ireally hoped this would work as I had inherited some wonderfully. Dishes were rattling, and the refrigerator was opened and closed several times. Somehow, I suspected something devious was being planned.They came up the stairs and all they had was three glasses of orange juice. “That does not look like breakfast to me.”“Drink it,” said Amy. I did, and it was more champagne than orange juice.Brittany stepped closer and said, “Amy and I have been talking, and we think you need to earn your breakfast. But first, I told you I had a special surprise for you last.