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| Chapter 3 |
| Jacquelyn came out of the bathroom a half an hour. She looked a little better. My T-shirt dwarfed her small body. I smiled at her. She looked at the bed in front of her & for the second time that day I saw she was exhausted. �You can lay down if you want to.� �Thank you.� She laid in the bed & seemed to savor the way it felt. I decided to ask you a few questions. �So Jacquelyn, how old are you?� �12� I looked at her in shock. I had thought her to be 6 of 7 from the way she looked. She was thin, petite, & short. I felt like if I touched her she was going to break. �I know I don�t look 12, but I am. My family has always been really short & petite. A lot of people think I�m a little kid, but I don�t blame them.� �Don�t worry about it. I�ll set some things strait with the police so you don�t have to. Why don�t you go to sleep & rest for a while.� �OK, Goodnight Howie.� �Goodnight Jacquelyn.� I laid down on the cot that was in my room. There was a lot of things on my mind. I owed the guys an explanation, I had to set things strait for Jacquelyn, I had to talk to the police, but more than anything I would have to get more info from her. I fell into a deep sleep hoping I could make things right. |