Her buttocks ground upward, squirming unguardedly in the chill air, when Arnie made a whistling sound with his pursed lips, and Ginny heard the door c...reak open behind her. She turned over one shoulder to see if Flo or Gus had come to watch her final debasement... Oh, my God, no! No!The shattering realization of what Arnie had planned for her tore into her like a hundred pounds of dynamite, and she screamed helplessly, pounding Arnie's face and chest with her tiny clenched fists. "Let me go! Let. " She looked me over again, and I looked at her. She'd changed. Still offbeat, but more womanly. Or was I reading that into her? She had dark jewels in her eyes, like Ronnie's but brown and smaller, and a soft puff to her lips. Martha. What else might lurk within her that was like them, that with a little patience might emerge, might flower? She no longer averted her glances skittishly as she used to. But, then, neither did I.She said, "Somethin' diff'rent 'bout yew. Yew get taller er bigger er. "Emma put her hand on Devlin's shoulder. "Well, then we have to get you to Chicago, don't we?" Devlin was balancing on one foot and trying to pull on her panties at the same time. "Easy there, girl," Emma said. She grabbed Devlin's clothes out of her hand. "You need to get cleaned up, first. Tim will get your car, and Krissi or somebody will get you taken care of." She carefully pried the cell phone out of Devlin's hand and steered her towards the stairs."Marie, Krissi," she called when she saw. When the Red Eye contingent and Jennifer could finally take him aside, the news they brought both pleased and disappointed.“We want to do your play, Joe,” the woman from Red Eye told him.“And I want to direct it,” said Jennifer. “I told you I wanted to discuss reworking your full length a certain way, and it turns out the one act fits perfectly with my vision.”“Oh,” Joe said. His smile dwindled. “So...”“No, Joe, I decided Frank Theater isn’t a good fit with your play. I was on the fence,.