The man was four or five inches taller and fifty pounds heavier but he might have been mistaken for the boy's older brother. She figured he had to be ...round forty but with his clear eyes, wrinkle-free face and powerful, trim body, he looked much younger. The resemblance between the two was remarkable. She wondered what Eli looked like.She'd developed a strong attachment to these people and felt a need to try and smooth out their road to whatever extent she could. "Wendell, could you excuse us. Three broken ribs. Broken arm. Broken nose. Broken balls. Oh, the broken eardrum was a nice touch," she said glancing over at Rhonda. "You could have saved us a lot of money and paperwork, though, if you'd finished him off." I didn't want to deprive him of the opportunity to be someone's prison bitch for the next twenty years," I said. The cop grinned."There is that. Ugly, misshapen face. One arm that doesn't fully work. No balls. He's a prime candidate."We didn't just pack up and leave. Mom. Even if my mood swings have a cause other than my endocrinological condition, they haven’t risen to the level of an actual diagnosis of Bipolar I, though evidence suggests it might be close. That said, behavioral modification is still working. To be honest, that’s the realm of clinical psychologists not psychiatrists.”“You seem to have a real problem with psychiatry.”“Now, why would that be?” I asked with an arched eyebrow.“They are the enemy, if I can get away with using that term for your. 30 am. Mrs V said she looked forward to them arriving, smiled and closed the door.Next morning Mrs V was up earlier than normal. She had a shower and dressed in a pair of sheer seamed black stockings, a black g string and matching bra. Mr V wondered why his wife had dressed so sexily first thing in the morning. She told him what had happened the previous day and added that she wanted to give the gardeners a real treat.Mrs V went downstairs and sat in the dining room with her cup of tea. Mr V.