This is it."Hesitating for just a moment, you steel yourself and knock on the double-story house's front door. "I'll get it," you hear a girl's voice ...ound from inside.The door opens and a petite girl with light brown skin, with matching brown hair and eyes, smiles at you, "Hi! You must be James. Come on in, take a look at the place!"You thank her and step into the carpeted sitting room. She's rather cute and you can't help but admire the way her knee-length white skirt hugs the curves of her. She trod cautiously but quickly down the cracked concrete steps as the Ford rolled forward to meet her. Opening the door, she held the purse to her midsection and slid into the passenger side.“Seat belt,” Jerome reminded her. The metal tongue slid into its receptacle with a loud snap, and the vehicle moved forward to the end of the alley and out into the damp city streets.The woman opened her purse and lifted a cigarette to her lips, only to be brought up short by his quietly firm response,. We could stay there until sun-up, then gofor help.”Now that the teenager had pointed it out we could seethe hut silhouetted against the darkness only a fewhundred feet from the road. It seemed the only smartoption, so we grabbed a small tarpaulin for shelter anddashed across the wet field together. To my surprisethe door was unlocked, but Tom said that was normalbecause the huts were used by different people atdifferent times, often as emergency shelters.Inside the hut was indeed snug and. They saw me and a cheer went up. "No more Sa'arm today!" Tiffany cried out. I could tell it was Tiffany because the other sponsors had finally ganged up on the twins and demanded that the two always wear different colors to identify them. Tamara got blue and yellow, while Tiffany ended up with green and red. At the moment Tiffany was wearing a green tank top and shorts and smiling as her sister continued to manipulate the controls.I could see Veronica sitting in a corner and crying while Ulla.