Green mountains with granite peaks loomed ahead, while the air through the windows wafted a cool pine scent. “Tell me again where we’re going?”... “An old friend of mine from high school, Jeff Bingham, inherited this place from his parents. He lives in Texas now, and only uses it a few times a year, a couple of weeks in the summer and hunting season. A realtor rents it for him the rest of the time. I gave the guy a call, and found out no one’s booked it for this week. I told him we’d like to rent. " Since I had no idea what shewas talking about, I said yes, and she began. Two hours later, when I leftthe salon, my hair and nails had been done, and my makeup redone. When Ilooked in the mirror shock set in all at once. I looked like a youngerversion of my mother!Valerie and I had lunch, asking me what name I wanted to use!"I never gave it any thought Valerie. Then I remembered a girl in schoolthat I admired. Jennifer Lynn. "How about Jennifer?" That's a very nice name Jennifer."Then she. I was sure she wouldn't have done that because if she fell off it could have meant weeks in the hospital, but if I went splat it would just have been several minutes of cussing and not much more.I finished tying the banner off on the metal braces before I snatched the phone from its clip in the waistband of my shorts."Hello," I said, not bothering to look at the small screen to read the caller-ID information. Neeka had programmed it to use different ring-tones for calls from my friends than it. "What's going on here?" he asked through clenched teeth. His face was beet red by what he saw."Our brother," Mr. Moss," Lisa explained. "He mentioned to us a thing we got into trouble with our parents when we were small girls." What did you do?" Moss asked."That's personal," Lisa lifted the hem of her beautiful gown and climbed back up the four steps to her position."Are you their brother?" the balding fat man asked."Unfortunately it's true," Tim confessed."You don't have any family.