”“Well,” said Harriet, “he knows now.”“Ladies,” I intervened testily, “I am here you know! Thanks for those thoughts. I do appreciate ...them. Now I want to let it all slip back into the past, and I want to start by going to bed. Tomorrow’s another day.”“Thanks for that deep insightful thought, Graham,” said Colette, laughing. “You’re right though. Time we all went home.”“Hang on,” said Zena. “I don’t think Graham should be alone tonight. He needs some tender loving care. Colette?”“Zena, I don’t. " Did I kill the woman I was convicted of murdering?" I added. "No, and as a college graduate with honors from my school, I should hope that in the extremely unlikely event that I would ever have been forced to commit a murder, that I would have done it in by far the stupidest method I've ever heard of? Do I like it here as an inmate, trapped for life? No, not really, but what good would complaining do? Do I blame my parents? Not particularly for my being here today - I blame them for many. Again, he thought, he would pluck away those issues and open her up to shine. He questioned, ‘You don’t believe what I say?’ She shrugged, her fingers nervously fidgeted against the slick vinyl. He lifted his hands and brought them against her cinched waist. As he peered up at her, he slightly nudged her forward between his knees. He urged her, ‘Rosangela, believe what I say and have said, please.’ then he stated, ‘I speak nothing but the truth.’ She lowered her eyes, felt somewhat awkward. You think Im sniffing in the bathrooms? I blurt, struggling not to laugh. Shes too much of a blonde to know how that even works, theres no evidence, Alicia. Candy snickers, not caring to accuse me of drug use. But that blonde comment for some reason irks me. Usually I brush off those comments, but lately all this blonde shit was getting to me. What did you say? I demand, speaking out of irritation. Unfortunately, I need to reign in this new found temper of mine. Candy slams me against the.