Mae Warner was a special person. She ruled with an iron hand when her daughters, Glenna and Jamie, were in their formative years. She possessed a bright smile and had a lovely sense of humor. She was beautiful with flaming auburn hair and a regal face. She had prominent cheekbones and full lips that she painted with red lip gloss. Mae knew her auburn hair didn't call for red lipstick, but she wore it anyway. Her figure, at five feet two, was lush and curvaceous. Men of all ages stared at her like there was no one else in the room. Jamie was ten years younger than Glenna and resembled her mother with the same auburn hair and snapping brown eyes. Glenna took after her deceased father and was a platinum blonde with blue eyes. Their friend, Cheryl, lived down the road from them, and the two vied for her attention. Even though Cheryl was seventeen years old, the same age as Glenna, she was seventeen going on twenty-six, and Mae Warner wasn't sure she was a good influence on her daughters. Cheryl's family lived in a sprawling colonial-style home and was one of the richest families in town. Her father owned a paper mill, and most of the people in Plainfield worked for him.