"But why did you make the villain female? You got something agin us? Is that why you put on that dress ? to mock us?" She tightened her grip on She...ry's head."No way. I love women. I wish I were one!" Yeah? Then how come you killed off the lesbian -- almost immediately? And no one seemed to care that she was dead. You didn't even mention a funeral. You don't like us 'lezzies', do you? That's what you call us, right? Lezzies? And not just in your story."Her grip had become a. I start thinking about Vicki. What's she doing? Is she alright? Is he making a move on her? My mind is swimming with all these things -- all while I'm being guided around this building like a puppy dog on a leash. We get to her room and she says to me, "Put your ear up to the door and listen. Tell me what you hear." I do as I'm told, listening as hard as I can. I tell her, "I don't really hear anything. Maybe a rustling or something like that, but no noise otherwise." "You know why that is. He wondered why: something on her mind? He shrugged mentally. She was probably getting in a last minute stew about Christmas preparations.Emma was abnormally quiet at breakfast and in the end Jerry asked her if everything was all right."Yes. Fine. I'm just sort of running through things in my head." Well, if there's a panic your manservant is at your beck and call."Emma smiled wanly at him."She's not herself," mused Jerry. "She'll tell me when she's ready though."After they had washed up Jerry. We slept cuddled together until early when she returned to her room. Later, I officially woke and used the bathroom. Cleaned up, I went into the kitchen and started coffee. Agnes joined me moments later.“Eric, I will be glad when we’re married.”‘I will, too. It won’t be as frustrating.” I sighed. “Agnes, do you want to do anything today?”“I’m happy to hang around with my Viking.” She smiled.My mother came into the kitchen. “Well, since you’re here, you can both help with breakfast.” She.