’He hemmed, fluffed, and started ... again.“Godmama wants to know.”“Ah ... yes ... government,” I said.His turn to make the continue gesture...... mine was nowhere as regal. I continued ... through lunch and tea and... “You drove over the hill.”“Government?” Aghast.“So they claimed.”Our stomachs announced that we had missed something. I blushed, he reddened.“I could cook,” I said simultaneously as he said, “Is there someplace decent we could go?”And I said, “That lets out bangers and mash.”I. Sorrel was a single mom with two children she may have been driven to abandon. They all needed someone. Sorrel was warm, human, and personable. She exuded a natural innocence that contradicted her dossier. All the people around him, the people he loved and respected, his life long friends, all found the same inner beauty he himself saw in Sorrel. Personal feelings began to interfere with corporate needs. Sorrel’s situation was no less complicated. She had been a dedicated employee, virtually. ”Ada and I fell into step behind the mounted knight and the trumpeters. There was a clang of cymbals, wielded by Horatius. Diane and Abigail followed, tapping out a beat on drums they took from the car. As we got into the elevator, I saw an oxygen line going into the knight’s helmet.“Gary, we need to set some ground rules, out of scene, which shouldn’t be too onerous. Above all, if something starts to hurt, especially chest pain, tell us right away. We absolutely need to know if you take Viagra. ”All I could do is nod, sleepily. Daddy was holding the lollipop for me. I closed my eyes, still feeling sleepy. “Now stop,” My Dad instructed, pulling the lolli back, leaving me to lick my lips. I thought I heard Daddy shuffling around then… maybe a zipper? “Now open,” Daddy said pushing something against my lips again. The lollipop? It was wet like the loli daddy took from my mouth, but warm. I licked it. It didn't taste like cherries this time. It was salty… but sweet and addicting. I heard.