This is a short story [well, maybe not, depends on what you classify as short] It was just a normal day of hanging out at the Curtis house until a knock on the door and a phone call changed two of the 'gang members' lives "Dallas? Dallas Winston are you in there?" A soft, dainty voice called from the other side of the door. "Hey, Two-Bit, I know we promised to never speak again but, I really gotta tell you something..." A tired, sad voice said into her end of the phone.All Rights Reserved