It is wonderful to be female and I do understand how badly you want to become one of us, but I don't know how you could become my daughter. You're a b...y and in a few more years?a man! I have to admit that there were times I wished you were my daughter instead of my nephew, but that was just selfishness on my part. I must admit that I would also enjoy our sharing the kind of relationship you talked about a minute ago. It would be delightful if you were a girl, but I don't see how that's. "His face is sad, and his hand reaches out tentatively to touch my shoulder. "I... I'm sorry Sam. I... we don't know what else to do. We wanna help you. We love you."I laugh mirthlessly at the 'we'. If only he knew how much Carly had been 'loving' me. He seems to take my laugh as something else."We do Sam. We do love you. You're like my little s!ster. What... how can I help you? I want to help you."I look down. I can't look at him. He's too... it hurts me. That he cares this much. That he's. When Bonnie came downstairs from unpacking, she was looking depressed. Al picked up on it at once. "Put on some glad rags," he said. "Let's get out of here for a while, have a nice dinner somewhere, then maybe catch a movie or something."Bonnie's mood brightened instantly. "That sounds great. Give me five minutes. I'll bet you I'm ready before you are." With that she was off running up the stairs to the bedroom to change.She was in the bathroom with the door closed by the time Al reached the. .. Maykov takes Spencer to a safe house used by Interpol. After she dresses his wounds and bandages his ribs, determining that none are broken—just heavily bruised—she sets off to get them some breakfast. When she gets back, Spencer is dressing, ready to get back on task.“Where do you think you’re headed off to?” she asks as she walks through the door.“I have a job to do,” he answers, wincing when he puts on his shirt.“You’re not going anywhere at the moment,” Maykov counters. “Besides, it is.