”“’Sokay,” she slurred, “c’mon up to my room… I did some of my boyfriend’s shirts with my laundry, maybe they’ll fit…”So I follo...wed her up to her room, which from the look of it she must’ve shared with another girl, since sis was always a rock n roll gal, and this room looked a little too girly for her. Sorta half Alice In Chains, half Alice In Wonderland. Weird. Plus, there were bunk beds.Once inside Sis got down on her hands and knees and was rooting through her laundry basket. As she did, I. . not at all. That house ... that money ... was HIS. Years of successful evasion and more than a little bribery convinced him that he could ... and would ... get away with murder."What the fuck?" The lights in the apartment went out.Almost in sync with John, the man in black asked, "What the fuck is that?"Andrea smiled a smile that had him looking over his shoulder. "I'm an Historian ... I have a Doctorate in Military History. The American Revolution was won by snipers ... the War of 1812 was. Sandra just gave in, running up the white flags of her raised thighs. She knew she had a couple comes to get through before I would deign to surrender the night.I thought we were pretty quiet, though afterwards my ears were ringing. I listened to my sister's breathing slowing as she held tightly against me. As I sailed into sleep, I remember thinking how quiet it was, out in the wilds, now that we weren't fucking.I'm a late sleeper, though a light sleeper towards the end. I heard some of those. Lorrie and Jason had four days of meetings with prospective lessees for the shopping center.After I finished the morning routine at KCC I started making calls. First I called Courtney and told her of our problem. I instructed her to try to find three of her full time people that would accompany her to Rochester and have 3 part time people work full time in their place. She would do additional training at Rochester for two weeks to help get everyone up to speed.I had just interviewed 20 people.