??I?m not Pam,? I said grumpily. ?I don?t like it when you call me that.?But it felt odd to say that. Pam felt like it was my name. And shecertainly w...sn?t Pam anymore. She wasn?t fully me but she definitelywasn?t her old self.?Okay. Rose,? she said, though that name jarred even more. ?Please do methis one more favour and I?ll be grateful to you forever. Please??I looked down at my uniform and skinny arms and legs. I really didn?twant to stay like this anymore, but it was just a few more hours. .Or never eat, take your pick. She, along with her three best friends, probably spent the end of most of their meals puking their guts out in the ladies' room. But then again, what Upper East Side society princess doesn't?Sorry I'm late ... had to pick these up! Nicky appeared in a whirl of her Ralph Lauren, so big it had to be Dan's, red polo shirt, perfectly pleated uniform school skirt, naturally straight and naturally highlighted chocolate brown hair, and a whiff of Hermes Eau D'Orange. "The way it's raining, it doesn't look like you'll be going anywhere fora while," the woman said.I looked around and saw this late middle-aged woman with a welcoming,maternal face standing by the cash register. Streaks of gray ran throughher dark hair. A glance up at the mural and made me guess she hadmodeled for the goddess.The woman smiled at me."Name's Ruth Millar," she said, and then she picked up a cigar, put it inher mouth, and puffed on it."Roger Norton," I said, hoping I didn't look. " He pointed at the CPS woman."Aren't they sisters? They can't separate sisters here can they?" asked Mr. Reach."No, they're cousins." I said. "Their mothers were twin sisters and their fathers were brothers. They got married in a double wedding. They were killed in a traffic accident this morning on the freeway coming back from Redmond." I think I heard about that. An SUV got hit by a Semi and was crushed. No survivors."I said, "I don't know. All I know about it is that they got phone calls at.