' Shamshaire thought, 'But I didn't hear a car.'The front door was directly across from the bottom of the stairs and looked undisturbed. Then he heard...the sound again, as if teasing him. It seemed to be coming from the family room of the house, which was down a short hallway behind the stairs. All his depression temporarily forgotten as his curiosity drove him, he stepped slowly into the hallway."Leila?" He said into the air, probing. His only answer was a jingling of bells. By now his heart. In time it would become his passport into the elite hierarchy of those who guarded the greater secrets of the church. None dared oppose him. None dared thwart Arturo Vitelli's ambitions. He held secrets that if whispered in the proper ears would destroy any who dared. His father was first to learn the awful truth.When the patriarch proposed that Arturo, youngest of his several sons, be sent to a distant monastery to learn humility in acolyte service, and further, to be limited to a small. Does that mean it would have to be a girl? Hmmm, maybe, maybe not. It could be anyone.Then Carly added her name drop. She recruited her sister Haley, the one she made the bet over, to mention Zane whenever she could. Haley was not a cheerleader herself but she knew them all, since they were always at her house hanging out with her sister. She would mention that Zane called when any of them were over, or tell them that Carly was at Zane’s house if they showed up and she wasn’t there. Just to be. Mary saw her chance. “If you like it, you can ask Paul to do yours tonight. He can do it any colour.” To her surprise, both women said “Yes, I will have to think about it.” “You cannot be done tonight, Fay, but Jaqueline can still be done before Linda seals her up. I would imagine that her Bishop pimp would approve!” Before Jaqueline could say anything, a phone started to ring. “Oh; it’s mine.” said Jaqueline, and she opened her bag. In her rush to answer it, she accidentally put the call on.