She said one of my chores tomorrow,could be learning to hand-wash delicate items, so those would be part ofmy assignment. She dug out a bag of old-fas...ioned plastic curlers.Briefly showing and describing how to set them and a pattern I could useto do all my hair, she gave me those. Beth had gathered the lingerie andhosiery for tomorrow's costume and put it in a floral tote for me totake home. The more they talked they decided if I wore a robe over mylingerie, then I could just go home in my. Minutes passed as she tried to comfort her little sister, the way she always had when they were young. Slowly the frantic release of emotion eased.Once the worst was over, Vicky hurried downstairs and brought a bottle of Kahlua up, filling each of their cups with a generous dose, and helping Connie get it down. She waited for the warming effect of the alchohol and sugar. As it came, the blonde began to relax. She sipped her own more slowly, beginning to plot revenge for this assault. The. “Breathe baby. You will be ok. I promise it gets better from here. The next ones will go down smoother,” I said while holding back a chuckle.She started breathing better now and sat up straight. She quit clenching her chest and looked at me. “That was strong and burned like hell dad. What was that?” she asked. “Were you trying to kill me?”I now had no choice but to laugh. “It is Kentucky Bourbon. It is very smooth, and I did warn you that it would burn. You just have to get used to it. It will. Then she sobbed uncontrollably while Mac and Grace stared at each other, wondering what the hell was going on.Eventually, the tears subsided as Grace handed Suzanna a glass of water.“Why don’t we all sit down,” Mac suggested. “Who and what are you talking about?”They went into the breakfast room and sat at the round slate-gray table. The open curtains let the sunlight peer in through the large atrium windows and wash across the room, creating what should have been a cheery scene. But the misery.