<strong>Sunset Club Sunday Morning</strong><br/><br/><br/>Mary didn't say much beyond small noises of affirmation.  Getting Carrie to talk was the important thing.  The kid was holding so much in.  The street doc was pretty sure she ahd shampoo in her kit, knew she did.  She had lived out of motels on occasion when the heat was on.  She pulled out a small faux-leather case and unzipped it.  Nail clippers, cuticle trimmers, files.  She was no beautician, but even her noviceefforts at a pedicure soon showed results.<br/><br/>The thirteen, something like fallen angels, I suppose?  Not exactly of course, butlose enough?"