This time her mum didnt wipe it into Angelas mout but left it there as a final humiliation. The pain from the oven must have been unbearable now, and ...we were only minutes away from Angelas final moments, her eyes were wide and she looked as though she had seen a ghost she was so scared.There was a click and I didnt think it was possible but Angelas eyes opened even wider as she started to choke, first she coughed a bit then she took a deep breath and groaned as she couldnt breath out. Her face. She did.The dress turned out to be a horrendous sickly green color something close to vomit which hung like a bag on the stick-like figure of the woman. She—what could be seen of her—was scrawny and short. She had lank, muddy brown hair raggedly cut at the shoulder with uneven bangs hanging into her eyes. The face was plain, and covered with pimples and blackheads surrounding a large nose, and squinting eyes. Even her posture was limp, slumping, and awkward with hands clenched together in front. He finally took a couple of steps closer and walked around Jenny, inspecting her firm young body closely.Harold got my attention and ordered me to sit in one of the straight back chairs in the kitchen. He warned me to be silent and not to move or his friends would have to give me another lesson in manners.I moved quickly to the chair and sat down. Harold reminded me that I should pay attention to what was happening, just in case I should be tested later.So I watched as the old man reached out. All the way home I kept replaying what that little guy had said, in my mind,trying to figure out what the heck his last words had meant. Maybe, Ithought, he was trying to be funny or sarcastic calling us girls like someMarine Corps drill sergeant or something like that. When I arrived back atCary's apartment I began unloading the boxes having to make three trips upthe stairs with them Cary wasn't home so I took the boxes to my bedroom andstacked them in a corner while I went and got a shower.