Yet."A look of understanding registered on Savannah's face, as she nodded herhead. "Yeah I get it...I'm at a junior college, and haven't even decidedo...n my major yet, but I think I'm going to go for psychology." Really?" Evan asked. "How come?" Although he was trying to be polite bykeeping the conversation flowing, Evan realized he actually enjoyedtalking to Savannah, and that his curiosity had been sparked."Well...I like figuring out how people think. Like what makes them tick,and how to get. She's a really good kid."Thinking about it brought a smile to my face."Just a second, I'll get Jeff."Having to wait for him didn't change my mind."Hi." Hi, Jeff. You doing anything tonight?" Not really. We'll probably watch a movie here." Good. I want to take you to a party." What kind of party?" he asked."The kind I go to." Wouldn't I be kind of out of place there?" he asked."Not at all. You'd be with me." I'm, stunned. Is this like a date?" No, not at all. This is a date." Okay. Are you sure?. I so loved that baby. Daddies always adored their baby girls; it was nature. I so wanted to hold her. It killed me that I never would. She’d be grown up, well a lot, when I got out, even if I was lucky enough to get an early parole. She was already almost two. Damn!The siren sounded and the cell doors opened for us inmates to make our way down to the visitation room, really, a kind of large auditorium with four-person, white steel tables with seats fixed to the tables that could not be moved or. I neversaw her wear it but it looked like something she would have wornat a cocktail party or other dressy get together. I marveled atthe look in the vanity mirror then decided to really complete mylook. I didn't wear makeup very often but since I was going allout and since it was only just after 11 AM I had plenty of timeto finish and get everything put back before Ben got home thatevening.I sat down at the vanity then carefully opened the top drawerand took out a makeup case. I started with a.