she 'd always loved clothes , and would pore over all the fashion magazines , marking her favorites . nothing about her spoke of trust , of anything good . and most of all her soul . jenny eagerly took several sips of the thick liquid before handing the jar to jeff . 'so why did he say god ? ' you told them it was your idea , right ? is there anyone else in here ? i glanced at him and then turned to look up the aisle . 