The Christmas-tree in Central Plaza. It was the first place that came to mind. There would be a lot of people there until around midnight. It was when...she arrived that she’d forgotten to ask her respondent what they looked like or their name. The probability of some greasy fat man in drag showing up was the likely result.9:21 PM.“Hey.”A beautiful voice and—a drop-dead girl. Dressed in a blue coat with a red scarf wrapped around her neck. Her hands bound in red gloves. Long pink hair spilled. "What possessed you to get a tattoo here girl-c***d?" She asked softly.I shrugged my shoulder a little then realizing she couldn't see the motion I spoke."I just thought it was pretty."She pressed her lips to the leaves for just a moment before repositioning her head on my thigh. "You were absolutely right." Mother responded.We were all silent for a few moments, then mother stood and told Sheri and I to go and make ourselves presentable. Apparently Daddy would be home soon and she wanted. .. bitch!"Her voice rose to nearly a screech, and Susie paled.She wasn't the only one. It was all in the open now, and they were all faced with it. Dave looked as if he'd been punched. Pam blushed and stared hard at the floor, while Mark shifted uncomfortably and tried to stop it."Come on Mom..."But Linda was beyond stopping now. She shook Susie hard, rising to tower over her in a quivering mass of rage."Oh my, you're really pleased with yourself, aren't you? Turning our whole family upside. ” To Brown I said, “Make sure that you do what you can to help them. Do we have any idea what the count is yet? How many people were in there?”He shook his head. “No. A lot of people managed to escape, at least from the lower levels, but nobody was running a head count. We probably won’t know for days, maybe weeks.” He thought for a second, and then added, “It will be in the thousands.”There were a few gasps at that. There had been wild speculation on the television stations yesterday, but this.