Oh joy, another foster home. The only thing different about this one is
that Valenti knew my father. Yeah, my father a real winner. Liz sneers with
disgust as she walks up the steps leading to the Valenti residence.
Just as she's about to knock the door swings open. Liz just barely is able to stop her fist from slamming into this womans' face. Liz takes in her profile:
Blonde hair dyed right from a box, a tiny tube top picked a few sizes too small for extra cleavage, a leather skirt that shouldn't even be considered wearable in public, black heels and caked on make-up to finish the look.
Someone has been going through Pamela Lee's closet. Liz thinks bitterly.
"You must be Liz! Oh we're so happy to have you!" The woman hugs her tightly and Liz does all she can not to flinch and back away. Before she can say a word she's being pulled into the house and hears the woman scream,
"Jim! Liz is here!"
She turn back to Liz and smiles, which makes Liz want to cringe, "I'm Kathleen, but you can call me Kat."
Just as she finishes her sentence, a middle aged man comes down the stairs and into the room with a huge grin plastered on his face, "Hello Elizabeth, I'm Jim Valenti and I see you've already met Kathleen."
"Yes, I already had that pleasure." Liz replies Sarcastically.
It goes unnoticed by either of them, "Why don't we help you unpack?"
"Ummm you know what, I'd like to take a walk. Get some air."
"But Liz it's dark out, we really don't want you to..."
Liz stops Kat midsentence.
"I'll be fine. Trust me."
Before thay can object she walks out, taking deep breaths. After walking for awhile, she turns and looks at the dark, empty park to her right. A faint smile appears on her lips. As she enters the gates she thinks, [I]I could go for some action tonight. After all, it's not like I can be afraid. I'll never know what that's like....[/I]
Just as she's about to knock the door swings open. Liz just barely is able to stop her fist from slamming into this womans' face. Liz takes in her profile:
Blonde hair dyed right from a box, a tiny tube top picked a few sizes too small for extra cleavage, a leather skirt that shouldn't even be considered wearable in public, black heels and caked on make-up to finish the look.
Someone has been going through Pamela Lee's closet. Liz thinks bitterly.
"You must be Liz! Oh we're so happy to have you!" The woman hugs her tightly and Liz does all she can not to flinch and back away. Before she can say a word she's being pulled into the house and hears the woman scream,
"Jim! Liz is here!"
She turn back to Liz and smiles, which makes Liz want to cringe, "I'm Kathleen, but you can call me Kat."
Just as she finishes her sentence, a middle aged man comes down the stairs and into the room with a huge grin plastered on his face, "Hello Elizabeth, I'm Jim Valenti and I see you've already met Kathleen."
"Yes, I already had that pleasure." Liz replies Sarcastically.
It goes unnoticed by either of them, "Why don't we help you unpack?"
"Ummm you know what, I'd like to take a walk. Get some air."
"But Liz it's dark out, we really don't want you to..."
Liz stops Kat midsentence.
"I'll be fine. Trust me."
Before thay can object she walks out, taking deep breaths. After walking for awhile, she turns and looks at the dark, empty park to her right. A faint smile appears on her lips. As she enters the gates she thinks, [I]I could go for some action tonight. After all, it's not like I can be afraid. I'll never know what that's like....[/I]