So we've decided that either we break you, or you break up. Actually, not really, that just sounded good. We're just gonna break you down, until Dean... comes to his senses and sees you for the fuckjob you are. My eyes narrowed. "What makes you think I won't tell Dean about this?" They both grinned broadly. "You really don't know our darling Dean at all, do you. He really just despises conspiracy theories, probably figure it's your fucked up way of dumping him. The more you say, the less. I continued into the bus, greeting Cole andMason as I did, before walking back to my room and closing the door. Itdidn't take me too long to transform myself into Sarah, and I finished justas we arrived at the school.Cole and Mason followed me as I led them back into the school and to theauditorium. There, I found Mr. Benson talking to the assembled Chorusmembers who were sitting in the first few rows. He smiled when he saw meand motioned for me to join him at the front. As I was walking to. " Audrey offered. "After that, we can go to the party." Party?" I asked, not yet remembering what she meant."Yeah, don't you remember? That rich prick Robbie is throwing a party while his parents are out of town. Like, everybody is going." Oh yeah," I said, suddenly remembering my conversation with Frank the previous day in the hallway. "I thought I was going to be with my dad on a job this weekend so the party never crossed my mind. I'm not really a big party type person but we can go. I don't. Her parents, both corporate lawyers working on Fifth Avenue, had long ago given up any hope for their eldest daughter attending college. Yet, here she was, bounding through first Marymount, then Sarah Lawrence. She might not remember many details of her early life, but they thought the values which they had taught her when she was a child had finally kicked in and blossomed. Trish, as she now wished to be called, earned her BA in 1969, her MA in 1971, and was awarded her PhD just last June. Her.