"Get dressed you damn woman," Henry Truex said angrily. His black slicked back hair came loose, trailing in front of his emerald green eyes as he waved his hand at Alex.

She stood in her old quarters. She was back in the house she had lived at for many terrible years. Alex crossed her arms and stuck her chin out stubbornly.

Henry pinched her chin between his thumb and the knuckle of his index finger. "Get dressed. Now," he commanded. "Before I get someone to do it for ...