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DeFrank home well yet so many of the memories remained lost in an ancient blur. She supposed that there were just some things in everyone’s past that were more vivid than others. Catherine and Don DeFrank barely held any memory in her brain anymore. Despite the fact that she and the girls were at their home every Tuesday evening for piano lessons with their seventeen-year-old-son Glen, she barely ever saw Mr. and Mrs. DeFrank. Whenever one of the girls would inquire as to the whereabouts of Mr. and Mrs. DeFrank on one of their lesson nights, they were informed that they were working, as they usually were, at the Waterford factory
    Glen DeFrank began giving the girls piano lessons when they were seven years old. Glen was nice; he was funny and it didn’t hurt that he was not hard on the eyes.
    Natalie Weston loved the piano; it had been she who showed initial interest in lessons and it was known that the DeFrank boy played the piano very well. A job for Glen DeFrank was hardly necessary since the DeFrank family was what most country people thought of as rich. Nice cars and a massive home were just some ofthe perks of being one of the DeFranks, but they still valued hard work and when asked, thought the job of piano teacher would add to their son’s character.
    Natalie informed the other girls of her new adventure and being that they had always done everything together, the girls hoped that this would be no exception and it was not. Natalie took the piano seriously and Regina discovered a natural aptitude for the instrument; with her love for music with much practice, she turned out to be a decent player, but the Tuesday night ritual became more of an entertaining weekly outing for the girls. It was a chance for them to get out of their houses on a school night, go to the DeFrank mansion and drool over Glen DeFrank for an hour. Regina remembered how much they looked forward to their Tuesday evening all week. It was thrilling that some of the other girls at Redding Elementary had even been jealous of their standing date with the tall high school senior.
    Once or twice, the girls had encountered Glen DeFrank’s parents in the spectacular home, and they were always perfectly hospitable. His mother had even made them chocolate chip cookies once, that they had eaten at the kitchen table after their lesson. On that particular day Regina recalled seeing the DeFranks’ daughter who would frequently skulk about the house alongside the housekeeper or nanny when the girls were there for their lesson. The DeFrank girls’ name escaped Regina, but she was a couple of years younger than Regina and her friends and by that fact alone was deprived of most of their attentions. Just after their second year of lessons Glen DeFrank’s parents died.
    Regina let the DeFranks wander out of her thoughts as she sat back in the booth and looked away from her mother and father, trying to signal that she was almost at her end with this conversation.
    Unable to muster the stomach fortification to devour another piece of meat, she picked up one of her fries, dipped it into the vanilla shake that she had promised herself she wouldn’t have and took a bite.
    “Is that it?” she asked dryly. “Do they know anything else?” It was amazing that just talking about something so incredibly heinous could emotionally exasperate one to the point of being physically tired.
    “Nope, that is it for now. Sheriff Handow is rounding the troops to go back over the case, asking more questions, but I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.”
    “… And by troops you mean goober, step-goober, and goober-in-law?” Regina had somehow regained some of her humor at the mention of the Black Water police force.
    Her father laughed before confirming that Sheriff Handow had his son, his stepson, and his son-in-law, the only officers in Black Water, on the case. Despite her friendly name calling, Regina actually liked Sheriff Handow’s son, Lawson. In high school he had