Jess worked on Victoria's nails and applied severalmore coats of polish to mine. They looked great. She did Victoria'salmost identically. They were...not square across the top or pointed asis modern fashion at the moment. They were classical and rounded.However, I found it hard to concentrate as my brows got smaller eventhough I could not see what was being done.There was lots of consultation being done in between bouts of plucking.I began to worry that I may need tattoos to have any brows. . "Fool," she scolded herself. She hadn't seen it coming at all, just been blinded by her infatuation with the pretty femme. She had been burned before, but this time she had really given her heart away.The same night she had found the note, still in shock, she had just sat down at the computer and logged in for the first time in three months. Several regular chatters had greeted her. One was a friend and Vic had unburdened herself about Marissa. After that, she had not been back to the chat. A nice family, a good business,and many years of happiness."I lean back and watch their eyes roll around in their heads. The new Le-Ann? I think she'll enjoy this. And hopefully I've just taken two jerksand made a productive couple out of them. But still.I sigh. I know I've got to leave a failsafe, just in case. I lean overto Le-Ann and whisper:"Le-Ann, dear. George should be a wonderful husband. But if he is not,if he treats you poorly, you will go to your local library and sign. She went to her hands and knees, saying, "Oh, my God! Oh, my God! I'm gonna die!" Look, Barb, just turn around and head back. You won't even have to stand up." No, no, I can't. I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die!" Barb, take it easy. You can handle this." No, I can't."Barbara was going to panic more, but instead she heard singing, singing that drove all panic and fright from her. Her only thought was to get to that voice. Not even thinking about it, she stood, ran, and jumped into the water..