"It's...It looks fine," I managed to say, holding the smile on my face. "Thanks." "Welcome." What now. I walked downstairs, taking in the multi-color...d facets of the house and gaping at the splendid art on the wall. It was so different from my previous white- trash existance. I make my way into the living room, and come across a large, deep brown piano. I had always dreamed of owning a piano, one of those stupid, little desires that hides inside the mind. I ran my fingers across the ivory. When she came back to the phone, her voice was strangely subdued.“That check was purchased just a few hours ago by Thomas Bledsoe. Where in the world did Tommy get all that money?”Rita thanked Betty Lou for the help and gently put the phone back in its cradle. She stared at it thoughtfully for a minute, then spun her chair around and faced her husband.“Tommy bought that check earlier today. That must be the important business he had to take care of. He also purchased one for thirty thousand, so. "How long do you think it will take then?" Dad asked."Probably two to three hours each, depending on how many questions are asked," I told him to raised eyebrows."It will require that extensive an explanation?" both Dad and Uncle Pat asked."Yes, it will require a lot of time for the telling and more for the explaining," Kell told them."We should all get a good night's sleep then," Mother Sheena told us, and the meeting broke up after that.Kell and I quickly returned to the houses that we were. Before the astonished Girl had time to so much as gasp, Mrs Bottomley's strong arm had pushed her below the surface - head, hair and all. Only when on the point of expiry did she find herself being allowed up for a deep breath of air and then back under she went!This horrible procedure was repeated time and again until the poor Girl lost count of the times she was almost drowned. At last, the ruthless Mistress was satisfied."That should have done it! But you must now have another hosing down to.