target- gullible. We didn't have any money. My father
barely left us enough to eat. We had no home. My
mother didn't have good job skills." Rose turned to
Ice. "She, too, was full of frustrations. That made her
an easy target. I suppose. She finally realized what
was happening, but it was almost too late."
Everyone was quiet.
"I wonder if that will be my destiny, too." she
added. "I'll end up one day so frustrated and
disappointed in my life. I mean."
"It won't happen to any of us. Not if we stick
with our career goals and be what we need and want
to be." Cinnamon insisted. "Whether we like it or not.
Madame Senetsky can help us let there. We'll have to
put up with everything,"
"Even a sick Peeping Tom?" Ice asked. No one spoke for a moment, and then
Cinnamon firmly said. "No. We'll put an end to that if
it happens again. Everyone still up for the plan?" "I might get sick." I warned.
"So? Better you do it with one or more of us
around to help you. Let's all get into our nightgowns
and robes and meet in Rose's room in ten minutes. It's
about that time."
"What do I do?" Rose asked.
"Nothing different. This is a trap we're setting.
We don't want to give him any warnings. Okay?
Everyone agreed? Well?" she pounded.
"Okay," I said. Ice nodded.
I took a deep breath, fought back my nausea,
and prepared to join them in Rose's room, half hoping
g it would be a waste of time.