’ ‘For the week???’ we shouted as one. ‘Yup,’ Mum said and nodded her head up and down like that dog Churchill from the TV ad. ‘For the we...k … you’re leaving tomorrow afternoon right after school.’ She pulled her dressing gown tighter. ‘Really?’ We were not quite sure whether it was good or bad. ‘Yes, really!’ Jolene looked me in my eyes. ‘Shit, I’d better start packing.’ ‘Mind your language, young one.’ ‘Yeah, Mum. Sure Mum. Sorry Mum.’ ‘I’m going to order the tickets …’ ‘Mum, you don’t need. So she had developed a continual habit of pushing the end of her nose up with her finger; it had not given her a button nose, but now the tip of her nose had a slightly upturned effect to it, and there was a faint crease on the tip of it which she now took pains to disguise with powder. Her chin bore the slight trace of a cleft, but beyond that she also had a small scar Mom where she had, as a child, fallen from her first bicycle. This, too, she usually kept camouflaged with powder. Her hair,. Its symbolic value can not be overestimated. Once you get to know His Highness (and soon, you will have been infinitely more intimate with him than any of us), you will learn to appreciate the honour. The honour of being considered of equal value as His beloved thoroughbreds."The Russian reached another level of speechlessness... She was worth no more than a *horse*? Like, he had horses for jumping, and young women for humping? Black stallions for racing, and blonde teenies for raping? This. I hope she didn’t get into anything with the law,” I answered. In the back of my mind, I saw her in the waiting room of the ‘Doc in a Box’. I could only imagine it was worse. If she was smart she gave the fake address I had provided her, Lucy and I should be okay. If the cop came to our place looking for her, we were good and truly fucked.Lucy left three messages in all before Lorrie called her back. She had indeed gotten into an argument at a girlfriend’s house. The neighbor’s called the cops.