Big Jake was not her daddy. How she came to know and believe was through an act of providence. It was a cleansing knowledge that washed through her like a torrential rain after a lengthy period of harsh drought.

When the limousine drove away, she flipped the bird in an emphatic angry gesture before turning and stomping off in the opposite direction in search of a taxi.

As she treaded along the walkway, her mind drifted into a surrealistic cocoon and like a projector it reeled out her arriva...