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“In the case of four-year-old Quindez, Quinton – you are the father!”

The heavyset woman on the TV show leaped up from her seat and jumped into the air yelling, “I told you so! Told you so! Told you so, bastard!” to the guy seated next to her, but the network blanked out the profanity.

The guy got up into the woman’s face. “You were messing around with every one of my boys, so why wouldn’t I think that he was not my son?”

Deanna Albright had just gotten back to her college dorm after her daily classes. She glanced at the TV and wondered to herself about the reasons people could possibly have for going on a tabloid TV show. “Oh yea,’’ Deanna said to herself “a free vacation. But is it really worth it?” She wondered just how far she would allow herself to go in order to be on TV, lodge in a four-star hotel, and dine at fancy restaurants at someone else’s expense.

“That is probably what I need right now, a free vacation.” Deanna sighed. She went into the freezer of her dorm refrigerator and took out a Weight Watchers spaghetti dinner. As she was setting the timer to the microwave she realized the show that she was watching was not quite over yet.

The commentator’s statement caught her attention. “…If you were harassed and exploited by someone because of how you used to look, but now you have changed your entire image around and want to let them know, ‘You taunted me as if I was a disgrace, but now I am a sexy, and I am here to rub it in your face!’ then all you have to do is call us at 555 PKEENAN and you could become a guest on the Peachy Keenan show!”

The words from the show prompted Deanna to drift back four years to her high school senior year, and before she even realized it she was calling the number for The Peachy Keenan Show. She left a voice message request to be a guest on the show in hopes of getting the chance to confront her ex friends.

Deanna had never been a popular student at school since as far back as elementary school, but when she got to high school things started going a lot better for her. As a teenager she had always been a tall awkward girl with short hair and dark acne blemishes infesting her light brown complexion. She was an only child, adopted by The Good Reverend and Lady Albright, Pastor and First Lady of True Deliverance Church. Deanna was newborn when the Albrights adopted her, but all of her life she felt as though everyone knew that she was adopted. The Reverend Calvin Albright and Lady Marlene were both dark-skinned, and there was no way humanly possible that the couple could have produced a light brown-skinned child like Deanna. The Albrights were in their early fifties when they adopted her, so most people mistook them for her grandparents. The real blow had come in Deanna’s life when Lady Marlene suffered an aneurysm and died suddenly when Deanna was only twelve. After the death of The First Lady, most of the women of the congregation pitched in to assist The Good Reverend with the basic tasks of caring for his daughter. Most of the women had children Deanna’s age, but she had felt as though they were making her out to be their own personal charity project whenever they offered their help. She imagined the churchwomen going back home to their families and entertaining them over dinner with stories of the pathetic situation that Deanna Albright’s life had evolved into, and she resented this speculation. Deanna dressed mostly in second hand clothes given to her by the church members. Calvin Albright had seen no reason to purchase new clothes when so many fine new clothes were constantly being given to him by his loyal members.

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