It was warm. She blinked.Am I dead? she thought. She sat up, then got to her feet and looked over herself. She didn't seem wounded. She was wearing he...r favorite black turtleneck, her tailored black pants, her sturdy black boots. She still had her combat vest on, fat lot of good it did her. Her holster and knife sheathes were at her belt, but they were empty, and her weapons were nowhere to be seen. She looked around. She was in what looked like a town square. It was then that she became aware. It makes you sound more genuine, as if you'vebeen smoking for a long time." Yes, I've worked on that as well," I said, taking another deep drag onmy cigarette. "I figured it would be the most important thing if I wasgoing to pull off passing as an adult woman."Mom finished up my foundation, then went to work on my eyes. "You know,Sammy is pretty confused about all this," she said as she started on myeye shadow. "What are you going to tell him?"I paused for a moment because I wasn't sure how to. Many smiled at them. They were not the smiles she had seen before, the ones that made her feel dirty. She was getting genuine smiles. One woman told her she loved her dress and appeared to be sincere. She managed to say thanks. They settled in and the maestro returned. Sibelius number two began.The first three movements were too early twentieth century for Celia. There were beautiful passages along the way but just hints at the power of the fourth movement. She squirmed as the third movement. Everyone knew who I was. Itwouldn't be that hard to get a reality show like the Kardashians.That was when I was handed a portfolio that they told me contained mynew temporary identity. I opened it up to find a bunch of papers andsome chick's driver's license. I admit I was confused until they toldme to look more closely at the ID. It turns out I was the girl in thephoto and ID wasn't a fake. Neither were the birth certificate, socialsecurity card, and other documents and records. The.