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                                        Andrew Roller Presents
 
                                              JUPITER RISING

                                                Chapter Two

         �But mom!� Jane said, walking along with her mother as they 
crossed the street.
         �He should date women his own age,� Mrs. Henderson told her 
daughter.  She hoped her voice was sufficiently reproving.  She didn�t like 
the idea of a 17-year-old boy approaching her 14-year-old daughter.  Good 
heavens, the young man was practically old enough to enlist in the army.  
Jane was only a freshman in high school.  �You�re just a freshman in high 
school,� Mrs. Henderson told her daughter.
         �But he�s in high school too!� Jane blurted.
         �He�s going to be a senior this coming year, isn�t he?� Mrs. 
Henderson asked her daughter.
         �Yes,� Jane said.
         �I�ve told you that seniors are off limits,� Mrs. Henderson explained 
to her daughter.  She tried to lower her voice from its high-pitched tense 
state.  She wanted her daughter to understand that this rule was best for 
her.  To protect her.  Good heavens the things she herself had gotten into, 
when she�d been younger!  She didn�t want that for her daughter.  Her 
daughter had to set an example, or else who could say what might happen 
to little Lisa?  Mrs. Henderson had chosen to be wild, and look what it had 
done to her younger sister.  Of course it really wasn�t her fault.  Her own 
fault, that is.  She still blamed her sister for what happened to her.  But in 
the case of Elaine Henderson, well, she was just influenced by her 
wayward mother.  That was her opinion, of course, and dammit if her 
second husband didn�t like it, that was just too bad.  These were her two 
children, Jane and little Lisa, and she was going to raise them properly.
         �If you hadn�t been talking to that older boy, little Lisa wouldn�t 
have gone across the street alone,� Mrs. Henderson said to her daughter 
Jane.  The older girl looked glum.  �Now where is she?� Mrs. Henderson 
asked.
         �I don�t know, mom,� Jane said.  She scanned the apartments on the 
other side of the street as they crossed over to them.  They were blue, 
with white trim.  Nice apartments.
         �You never know what sort of people could be living in these,� Mrs. 
Henderson told her daughter.  Together they gained the sidewalk opposite.  
�Lisa!� Mrs. Henderson called.  �Lisa, honey where are you?�  She and Jane 
walked along in an alleyway running along the back side of the apartments.  
They bumped into a man emptying his trash but saw no one else.
         �Perhaps she�s around front,� Jane told her mother.  �It�s nicer in 
front.�
         �Yes, we�ll go round front,� Mrs. Henderson said.  A cat scampered 
out of the way as they followed the sidewalk circling the apartments 
around to their front side.  Why had they started in the back anyway?  It 
was obvious, now that she was facing them from the front, that little Lisa 
would be round here where it was nicer.
         Fifteen minutes later Mrs. Henderson was fingering her cell phone.  
Eighteen minutes later she was trying to let herself into the apartment 
manager�s office.  A half hour later a police officer was telling her,
         �Perhaps one of these cars driving by picked up your daughter.  It 
happens sometimes.�  Elaine Henderson felt as if she was at her wits end.  
Her voice was high-pitched again as she said,
         �You mean you don�t know?�
         �We�ll do all we can, ma�am, but your daughter could really be 
anywhere.  In the area, I mean.�
         �But my daughter saw her cross over to here!  To these apartments!� 
Elaine Henderson said.  She looked at Jane.  The police officer looked at 
Jane.  Jane looked down at her feet.  �You didn�t see?� Mrs. Henderson 
asked in her most shrill voice.  �You were too busy talking to that boy!�

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