”Randy’s brow furrowed. Even with as tedious and borderline pointless as his life had been for the last few years, he could sympathize with someo...ne who was far worse off. The two girls living in the trailer next door were sisters. They had lost their mother when they were little, and their father had kicked the oldest one out for getting pregnant. The youngest had left home and moved in with her sister the day she turned eighteen earlier that year.Two girls trying to raise a baby on cashier. "Jennie was relieved that she'd have some time to prepare things after her parents had gone. She planned on studying in her living room first, maybe teasing Mike a little bit, just to see how easy he was to distract. After lunch, maybe they'd go back to her bedroom to study. She would tell him that she liked to listen to music while she studied. She didn't think Mike would put up any resistance, and she knew that being in her bedroom would make everything more exciting for her.She was thinking. ...from a distance....her long straight hair flying across just brushing my face in the most softest of ways.and the warmth of her body just reaching out to me as we both leaned on the bike standing besides each other ....suddenly it seemed the vast array of subjects we often discussed upon so endlessly were closed. The vocabulary diminished or faded and silence became the new subject of the present situation.We stold there simply gazing at the distant city lights experiencing the closeness. Look inside of it."Marigold sat down trepidatiously, pulling the bag open. Out came a half dozen cameras, some small enough to be unseen in plain sight, one with the kind of huge telephoto lens that paparazzi used to get pictures of celebrities from a half mile away. Then came a shotgun microphone. After that was a length of waterproof rope.Thule could tell when Marigold's hand found the gun. Her eyes widened and she hesitated in drawing it out. When she did, she eyed it with dread."Thule," she.