<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/f9a1/cet6epcotie37z46g.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Amanda</span></strong> <br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Dianne Devotee</span></strong> </div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em>Amanda:</em> So it’s wait and wait some more.  Danai and I play games on our phones to kill time.  Eventually, the doorbell rings and it has to be . . . well we hope it’s Vajayjay.  Danai plays the ‘it’s your turn’ game (which seems to be unbalanced since it’s never her turn) and shrugs, waiting for me to go downstairs. <br/><br/><em>Amanda:</em> I do the skip down the stairs thing, jump from the third step with a slight thud and get to the door.  Opening, I see Vajayjay, “So we now have the explanation.  You’ve been shopping.”  I grab her wrist and roughly jerk her in.  “ <strong>Inside. </strong>  We could be watched.”  I shout up the stairs, <strong>“The cat-burglar has returned, D!”</strong>     <br/><br/><em>Amanda:</em> I grab her package.  “The diamonds right?  Please say these are the diamonds.” <br/></span>