CHAPTER FOUR
"Pam, whatever are we going to do now?" Sally Thornton wailed. She was wearing just her slip and, barefooted, was out in the kitchen heating up a pan of leftover coffee from the night before. The voluptuous, older, auburn-haired girl sighed and shook her head. She was in just bra and panties, her face still drowsy from sleep, her eyes red from crying most of the night before she had finally been so exhausted that sleep had claimed her.
"We've got to get out of here, that's for sure, Sally. I wanted to go to college, and now that won't ever be possible, just not ever. You know they didn't leave anything. I wish they were still alive!"
"Well, who doesn't?" the younger girl flared angrily. "That's a fine thing to say, Pamela Thornton! You don't know how selfish it sounds! B
