"Yes, indeed! Seems she gets on very well with Décor;..."Clare had no idea of the significance of that statement and from the look exchanged between ...he men decided if they wanted to tell..." ... descendent of the technicians used to control them." Threep and she will get on like a house on fire, ahh, one way or t'other" Morg stated."No problem. The woman doesn't have a clue about her heritage; and we didn't pick it. Had a word with Threep and he's suits with the idea. And he thinks he might be. It was the thrill of being seen, being caught, being humiliated, that were fueling my addiction. And as I sat quietly listening to others talk about their struggles to overcome their own addictions, I found my mind drifting and I began reliving those first tentative steps.It'd all started the summer before my senior year of high school when my Dad decided to remodel my bedroom.II"But Dad, where am I supposed to sleep while you're working on my room?" How about your sister's room?" "No way!" My. You're just special that's all." She patted Charlotte'sback."It's my job to help you become the best girl you can be," shewhispered into Charlotte's ear."Come. Let's have you out of these." Mary disengaged from Charlotte.She led Charlotte to the bench and had her sit. She helped take offCharlotte's high-heels, now scuffed and scarred; Mary made no commentabout the paper shoved into the toes so they would fit, nor the reek offoot odour. She unclipped Charlotte's stockings and rolled. With any luck, maybe I’ll end up in Chicago and get to meet you finally. I hear that Gino’s East is the place to get pizza in Chicago. How about it?’ ‘I really don’t think I’m your type, Mac. I have another line ringing. Good-bye.’ Wow, her voice had changed in a heartbeat from warm and inviting to cold and distant. I thought back through the conversation, trying to recall if I’d done something to offend her. My day had gone from crap to gold to crap again, and I had a feeling I’d missed.