"Better tell me the truth! You know my demons are everywhere! They spy on you constantly! I know everything you do or feel or even think!"Miranda read... the guilt in Ellen's face."I already know! Now confess!" Oh, Master, I tried! Really I did! Nine times I found pleasure... but I was so tired... I... fell asleep."Her head hung in shame and fear.Miranda was appreciating the power her mother must have felt in dominating Laurie and her that afternoon, but she also knew she must gain absolute. They’d been read their Miranda rights and after a further assessment of the scene were driven off for a minimum of overnight in the county jail. A tow truck showed up and took the blue car away to a secure police lot.Dave told one of the detectives, “The taller man with the dark hair came to our gated community with another man about three weeks ago. He asked for custody of the two minor children because of a legal filing in Ohio, but was turned down. I told him he needed to have a Florida. Grab a shower or something, and give me time to talk with her."Wordlessly, he nodded, and watched his mom steer the neighbor woman down the hall. Mrs. Carter's voice floated back: "You haven't answered your phone and the car's in the driveway, so I knew you were home, and--Angela; your own son?"Oh damn, Jerry thought, flinging aside the sheet. Mrs. Carter from next door; they should have remembered that mom was so thick with the woman, having coffee a couple of times a day, gossiping and going. "It- it wasn't my decision," I say nervously."Oh relax!" Charlotte insists, playfully grabbing my shoulder. "Afterwhat happened in the summer I knew there was no chance I'd get picked.And besides, you and Krystie deserve it the most. I guess I'll justhave to settle for being godmother to YOUR kids if you ever choose toadopt." Umm," I begin hesitantly, "you DO know I don't actually believe ingod, right?" Well, whatever the agnostic or atheist or whatever equivalent ofgodmother is, then!".