She had decided not to tell Samantha about her phone call. She knew she should have done but it was only one phone call after all and she doubted Sama...tha would ever find out.Samantha went and picked up the phone and flicked it on.Deborah wanted Samantha to leave quickly but the young lady asked, “Could I have a cold drink, please? Orange juice would be great.”“Of course, Samantha. I’ll go and get it for you,” Deborah replied trying to smile as best she could.Deborah quickly poured out two. ”In half an hour, I was in the kitchen, favoring my left leg a bit, tossing a little of this, a little of that together to make a meal, just like Mom and Grandma showed me. After a while I thought I felt a presence. I turned, saw Mimi watching me.“Francis? Seriously? Francis Marion?”“Dad was into history. Francis Marion was...”“The Swamp Fox. From the American Revolution.”“You KNOW that? How?”She smiled. “Do you HONESTLY think my real name is ‘Mimi’? It’s short for Marian. As in ‘Frances. Standing abruptly, Gladys turned her back to Daphne."Unzip me," she ordered.Daphne immediately complied. Gladys turned partly and looked at Daphne from head to toe. Only the smeared lipstick around her mouth detracted from her beauty. The miniskirt had dropped enough to cover her manhood. The bunched hosiery was the only discordant item."Remove those and come with me." Gladys ordered.Without waiting for a reply, she headed for the bedroom. Daphne bent over and unfastened her sandals before. My parent's room was on the first floor, and he said No, higher thanthat. He'd pulled my mother off the chair, and manhandled her and myconfused father up the stairs and barked at them not to stop until theywere on the roof.It saved their lives, but not his, as he rushed around desperate to getpeople to safety. He was not a survivor. They had a miserable time: theresort was largely destroyed, and they struggled in the wreckage, thecorpses, the stink, the lack of food and water, the sheer.