Michele walked back over to the dresser and sat down. She clipped on thesilver mounted ruby drop earings clasped the matching necklace around herneck ...and the matching bracelets on both of her wrists. She slid the fourlarge silver rings on her fingers, two on each hand. Michele bent downand slid her feet into the black leather high-heeled sandals; bucklingthe thin straps which came to just above her ankles. She sprayed aliberal amount of 'Poison' perfume all over finishing with a quick. " he asked, looking at Tina."This is Tina, uh, Miss Christina Johnson. She's needing to be in school." Hello, Miss Tina," he said. "You folks can sit down."We sat."So what's the deal? You're her, uh ... relation?" None," I said. "She's, well, I don't know how to categorize..."His eyebrow raised almost imperceptibly."No," I said. "Not like that. Like "foster home"." Sir," Tina interrupted, "I have no living relatives who aren't in jail. Mister Alan has provided me a place to stay and has offered. The passenger train was much more modern than the Union Pacific train I had boarded at the train station in Iowa after a transcontinental transit of the entire central portion of the lower forty-eight. I had noticed at the station that there were an assortment of railroad train services going to every nook and cranny of the entire east coast. I had selected the Union Pacific one because it was a slightly cheaper ticket and I was familiar with the design of the passenger car.There was no. "I believe you Helen, I just need someone to run down here and identify us." I told her."Why can't they just use your license for that? We are swamped down here." She complained."Because between the both of them, neither one is obviously smart enough to ask for it." I replied getting agitated."I'll be right down." She promised.Helen stopped to grab a police officer along the way, and within three minutes after they arrived the guards' were singing a different tune. The officer found our names.