I know this sounds crazy, but it was a gypsy curse passed down through the women in our family. Oh, Harriet, I’ve done some horrible things!” Lori...broke down and cried.She heard the plates rattle and the bed creak seconds before she felt Harriet take her hands. “Lori, what’s going on. You can’t be serious about this.”Lori looked up. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Harriet. Please forgive me and please don’t hate me.”“Aw Lori.” Harriet hugged her. “I’ll never hate you.”“I’ve killed people,” her voice. My step-brothers treated me like shit, I didn’t get along with my step-dad, and my mom gave all of her attention to the baby. I got to the point that I hated every one of them, including my mom. I acted out my frustration in school, and my step-dad convinced my mom that I needed to be sent away. I was happy when my grandparents offered for me to come live with them, but I didn’t know what I was getting into.’ ‘Your grandparents didn’t mistreat you, did they?’ ‘They never laid a hand on me, but. A.M. was actually located in the executive wing. And it was jokingly called the ‘Sex Lounge.’When Mr. Morris, the Company President, had wanted to change the decorating motif for the executive wing of the main building, he had gotten his son, Michael, a professional interior designer, to develop the new scheme for the place. Part of that scheme included modern signage for the doorways for every space in the building; using coated and layered aluminum placards made from materials coming off the. I had eagerly accepted that invitation. My body still trembled from the force of that passion. I knew this moment of peace was dwindling to a close, but I wasn’t ready for it to end. Playfully, I stroked him, hoping in vein for few more minutes of love, but he was utterly spent. Gently, he brushed my eager hand away. I knew that the evening was almost over. I felt like Cinderella at the ball, midnight was approaching. I had danced the last dance of the evening with my prince and I would soon.