Ready, Aim, Fire by Elisabeth Carrey The written word brought out irrational hatred in Dierdre Eliade. She was an action-oriented girl. Why bother with pen and paper when a punch to the stomach got your point across much quicker? Then again, Sunshine always did hit like a girl. And her aim was even worse. She glanced once more at the scented stationary she was holding. Dee, Tom asked me to marry him. Come home and help Audrey and I plan! Love, Jenny Dee grimaced and fished a Bic out from her pocket. A quick flick of the lighter and the letter went up in flames. She dropped it in the kitchen sink, then stared down at the curling paper. "Right on target, Sunshine," she whispered.