”John was stunned. “Brenda, you don’t have to do something like this; not out of gratitude, or out of pity.”There were tears in her eyes when ...he said, “John, it’ll make more sense after the meeting this afternoon. But, for now, let’s just say it was done out of love.”“Love?”“John, please. Wait a little longer, and let my Aunt explain, OK? I think it’ll be far better if you do.” When John nodded, she said, “Good, Let’s eat.”The meal was very good, and by the time they finished the dessert, John. Hamilton." I didn't," Scott said hotly. "But Atilla did!" That's even a better one!" Curtis snickered gleefully. "Whad'ya do, kid, stay awake nights thinking up stories while you flip your pecker?" Listen, I'm telling you straight!" Scott was red all over his face and down his neck now, his words tumbling out before he had a chance to consider what he was doing. "I went over to her house, just like Marge told you. But when I went in, Mrs. Hamilton was naked as a jaybird, hunched over with her. He learned to wash all of the clothes in the stone basin in the kitchen with soap and soda in the water that he had to draw at dawn every day. He got used to the heels on the shoes, the clutch of the girdle and the pull of the cheap cotton stockings.His cooking skills improved and he learned to heat his portion of the food so hot that it was still warm when she had finished and turned to enjoy watching him eat. He learned to feed the pigs and still manage to keep his petticoats free of the. .. me. I’m you now ... and you’re me. We’re now one, Frank. I have fused my essence to yours, my spirit to yours, even my soul to yours. We’re now irrevocably one person, as it were. What you feel, I feel. The reason is simple ... I can trust you now in ways that I never could trust a mortal. As from this moment, you’re not really human at all. You’re Fae yourself. You’re a faerie, Frank. I am a part of you ... and you’re a part of me. What ... and who ... you love, I love as well, and vice.