> "Sounds like a plan, Kit-Kat." Rachel said as she grabbed her purse and
> motioned for her daughter to follow, waving at Phililp "We'll call you
when
> we get back and you can cut the tomatoes."
>
"See you later Philip," Kat called ans she hurried over to Rachel. She was
making plans for dinner in her head. They included tacos, spanish rice and
fruit salad, because fruit was good for you. She'd managed to push the
frightening pictures from her mind almost completely. They only nagged at
her slightly now. And everytime she allowed her thoughts to drift to them,
it made her feel sick, so she just didn't let that happen.
Kat
