(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ac/Gena_Rowlands_1245394846.jpg)<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Name:</span></span></strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Joanne Fisher</span></span><br/><br/><strong>"Ah...I thought I heard voices...You must be the Morgan's!"</strong>A woman of about 61 came out from behind a shrubbery that lined the back to the house. She was all smiles, her pink lipstick a little to bright on her face, and her former blonde hair whitening from age. She looked like a sweet old grandmother, in jeans, a white shirt, pink spring jacket and a colorful scarf that wrapped her throat.<br/><br/>Walking towards Helen she held out her hand.<strong> "Mrs. Morgan?....I am Joanne Fisher, We spoke on the phone."</strong>She smiled looking at the family, yes they would do just nicely in the house. Turning her eyes back to Helen, she glanced over her shoulder spotting Jack. Her eyes widened a bit and just for a second her face morphed, or at least seemed to.<br/><br/>The face that stared at Jack was young, beautiful, and slightly seductive before morphing back into the old woman again. Her smile never wavering.