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confidence had been well placed.
    As she continued to stroll down the sidewalk, men in passing cars slowed down to whistle or at the very least, roam her body with their eyes. Gloria was used to the ogles of men. She was by no means as beautiful as her sister, but Gloria was still capable of making any man's blood race. There was an innocence about her looks, a gentleness to a world that had constantly punched and abused her. Worse still, all that sweet innocence lay locked in a body that could only be defined as a Marilyn Monroe-type sexual dynamo, a body that was all voluptuous curves, a body that, no matter what she wore, screamed rather than hinted sensuality.
    She hopped into her car, adjusted the rear-view mirror and glanced at her reflection. She smiled again, wondering if she was really looking at the same Gloria Ayars who until very recently had been a heroin addict, a cocaine-snorter, a pothead, and an easy lay for any man who had wanted to exploit her. Hard to believe that it was not so long ago that she was jamming needles into her veins and on the verge of making porno films.
    As she drove home, Gloria silently thanked Laura for the millionth time for saving her. If it had not been for her younger sister, Gloria would almost certainly be dead by now. Dead or worse. She pushed the thought from her mind and pulled into the Ayars' driveway. She parked her car next to her father's and took out her house key. A minute later, she was in the front foyer.
    Not so long ago, Gloria would not have been welcome here. There was a time when her father's face would turn red with rage at just the mention of her name, a time when she would have been thrown out of the house in which she'd been raised.
    And she would have deserved it.
    She put down her briefcase in the darkened hallway, took off her coat and put them both in the hall closet.
    'Dad?' she called out. There was no answer. She began to walk toward his study. He never went upstairs before midnight; plus, her mother was away in Los Angeles for the week, so lately he had been working even later than normal.
    The door to the study was open, the desk lamp illuminating the nearby hallway. She walked into the study and quickly scanned the room. Her father was not there. She turned out the lamp and moved toward the stairs.
    'Dad?' she called again, but still no response. His car was in the driveway, so he had to be home. He was probably in bed already. Gloria started up the stairs, moved down the hallway and stopped abruptly.
    What the . . . ?
    The light was on in Laura's old room. Strange. No one had been in that room in years -- except Laura during her occasional visits, and the maid. Gloria crept down the hall, reached the doorway and peeked inside.
    She suddenly felt very cold.
    Her father sat on the edge of Laura's bed, his back facing the door. His head was slumped into his hands in obvious anguish. The sight shocked Gloria. She had never seen her father look so small, so vulnerable.
    'Dad?' she ventured.
    She heard a sniffle as he raised his head. He still did not turn and face her. 'Gloria, I'm . . . I'm glad you're home.'
    Glad she was home. Those words. There was a time she would imagine Armageddon easier than imagining her father saying those words to her.
    'Are you all right?' she asked.
    Dr James Ayars did not respond right away, his shoulders raising and lowering with each breath. 'I have some bad news.'
    Gloria had known terror in her thirty years, most self-inflicted. Once, when she had dropped some bad LSD at a West Coast party, her mind had conjured up horrors that almost made her jump out of a tenth-floor window. She remembered that fear now, the way her heart had raced in her chest. And then there was another time --
    'Mommy! Mommy!'
    'Gloria, get out of here! Get out of here now!' -- when she had known terror, but she was so young then. A little girl. She remembered nothing about it, except ---
    Blood. So much blood.
    -- what she saw in the dreams.
    'What