What's that old adage? You should be careful what you wish for? Here I was walking home from Secrets Cafe, trying to figure out what conflict I could add to the story I was writing when bam, the Universe gave me Secret. She was huddled in my doorway claiming she was homeless and had nowhere else to go. What was I supposed to do? Kick her to the streets? It was the holidays. "Okay," I said. "You can stay one night." I did not trust her. She was a master manipulator, a liar, and a game player. I was not going to fall for her bullshit again.