I had been in and out of Allison's dreams for years. Why Allison? Proximity? If so, then why not my mom and dad? Okay, simple really, I wasn't allowed...in their room if the door was closed. And it was pretty obvious why when I thought back to the fire and what Mom wasn't wearing when I had burst in and gotten them up. Oh, I guess I had seen Mom's breasts before. I mean that lacy thing she had been almost wearing certainly didn't hide anything. But they still hadn't looked anything like Shannon's. "Do you think that's it? I mean, do you think they'll call me back?" heasked wearily."I doubt it, you were rock solid. No matter what the defense team triedto do, you kept to your story. You were very consistent, and the juryseemed to be very receptive. If I was in their shoes, the last thing Iwould want to do is cross-examine you a second time," replied Jack ashe looked over his notes."You said I was consistent, so does that mean I fully backed up what Isaid when you had me on the stand?". The society had also become quite class conscious. There were sharp distinctions between those who were citizens and those who were not, with each class having distinctly different rights and privileges.Because of this class consciousness, and the absence of a 'safety net', the criminal laws, as well as laws pertaining to contract and debt, had evolved in ways that earlier generations might have thought harsh.Radical change had been made inevitable by decades of rising crime rates, persistently. Gavin was puzzled by the response. He could swear the priest had recognised Rose's name, so why would he deny knowing the Sinclairs?"Are you sure?" Gavin pressed. "It was definitely this church and apparently they never missed a service. I was told they came every Sunday — rain or shine."Father O'Connor shook his head and gave the impression he was no longer interested in continuing his conversation with Gavin."Young man, I know my flock very well indeed, particularly those who attend church so.