<div style="text-align: justify;">Jonathan's silence made Joanna have the feeling that something was very, very wrong. The answer she had been looking for was 'of course there won't be other bodies'. But something inside her felt that this was not a likely answer anyway. Feeling slightly nauseated at the thought of other murders, Joanna took a deep breath and nodded when Jonathan handed her the shoes.<br/><br/>It took her longer than it should have to put them on, as her hands were trembling too much for it to be a fast operation. As she finally managed to put the shoes on, Joanna waited for Jonathan to tell her they could leave.<br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">Los Angeles, California, October 10, 1933 - 11:54 AM</span><br/><br/>Joanna had felt just as awkward as Jonathan - if not more - at his aunt's anything but discreet insinuations. Fortunately, the woman seemed to be a really nice one, despite her comments.<br/><br/>And the girl had to admit the offer of some clean clothes was really generous on her part. Nodding, Joanna followed the woman, blushing when she heard Anna's words. Pretending she had heard nothing, the young woman accepted the clothes offered - alongside with a much needed shower to calm her nerves - and took some time to make herself more presentable.<br/><br/>When Joanna finally left the bedroom, she was wearing a blue dress, and looked a lot better, having cleaned up and brushed her hair neatly. She looked much more like a country girl now, too.<br/><br/>As she emerged into the small space, Joanna's eyes went straight for the piece of newspaper Jonathan had brought up. "Is this about... our current predicament?", she asked right away.</div>