Jennifer wanted to die. She began whimpering, and licked her dry lips.The sound of chains could be heard from the other side of the door.Before she co...ld get a hold of her fear, the door opened. Two guards came in, carrying machine guns. They were leading a line of some of the largest, meanest looking men she had ever seen. They were all wearing orange prison uniforms, and they were enormous.Every man was at least six feet tall, muscular, with scars and tattoos riddling their faces and arms.. , flash up as she tells it. “My da and my ma got married in 1992. She converted to Islam for him and then had me. Then dad’s eyes started to wander. More than just his eyes.”A happy family snap – short mother, handsome professional father, happy daughter.Fades to a family snap of short mother, and less than happy looking teenager.“He left just before I hit my teens and my mother got our names changed back to her maiden name, she didn’t even give me the option to keep dad’s name… She was a. I gather that they’re not exactly good Catholic girls, though, if they’re sleeping with a divorced man. Not that it matters. I’m a rotten Catholic girl myself. For a Jew, you keep getting stuck with bad Catholic girls, don’t you? Just an observation. Did I ever tell you that Chloe’s father was Jewish, too?” Nadine continued rambling, which made Ned a bit impatient to get her to the point.“I just know that you never married him, but you were good to him, aside from constantly cheating on him, of. Until the day we meet again, Rachel Rachel Ravenswood laid down her pen and cracked her knuckles. In the quiet library, the soft pops were deafening. She came here to think. To let her thoughts flow. At ten o’clock in the morning, one would think that the university library would be overflowing with college students studying until they couldn’t see straight. Any other day that would be the case, but not today. Today, Rachel thought to herself, was the last day of finals. Everyone else is out.