Jack let go of the Randalls and turned to face the detective. He held out his hand and said, “I’m Jack Winfield. I’m a friend of Tina and Kirste...n. Tina called me and asked me to come over.” He took control of the police officer but kept it very low key.“Sir, I’d like you to leave for a while. My name is Rose Burton and I’m a detective with the Los Angeles Police Department. I need to ask Miss Randall some questions.”Kirsten wailed at that, and her mother said, “No, please, no, we want Jack to. Puzzled, he checks the huge round clock on the wall and sees that it is quite near closing time, yet standing framed by the tall wooden arch of the main door was a dazzling splash of color, a young girl. Her dark hair, brown skin and mysterious, shining eyes were so different from the men and women who lived in this small town, she looked so exotic and unique, her thick lips and nose made up the old mans mind that she must be a visitor from far away, or at least far from this place. She. All I could do was try to move my head around to get away from his mouth, but the back of my head kept getting pounded into the wall and I could feel a knot starting to develop. He clutched both of my arms together in front of me with one of his hands and tried unbuttoning my shorts with the other. But he couldnt get them unbuttoned, so he roughly yanked them down off my hips and they fell to my ankles… my pink panties got dragged down with them. I was telling him no, stop, and I dont want. We can’t pay money to anyone under fifteen because of child labor laws. My mom originally planned on feeding everyone as much as they could eat and take home an entire Thanksgiving dinner to their families. That changed when various groups found out what she was doing to help the community. Some in this room today haven’t ever had a single hand-me-down or thrift store item in your life. All your clothing, you get new. That isn’t true for most of the kids here today. Some companies arrived early.