‘I was a little shocked and stared at her for a while. She looked dead into my eyes and said, “I know you’re not a sincere girl. You’ve defini...ely got some here. Go get it. I want to get drunk!” I had never seen her like this, and it was a little surprising for me. But I did as she asked and got some beers for us.We started drinking, and boy, could she take a drink. She was downing bottles, and I was a little worried for her. She got really drunk and put on some music and started dancing. She needs water. She can not see. She is uncomfortable, this barely breathing cadaver. A tissue of skin. A scaffold of bone with her wild white hair, her jaundice, her rising scent of decomposition. She is aware of her helpless state, her parched lips and ancient form, but she is cut off from the world. It has been years since she could communicate, compose intelligible sounds… She can only lie here as she is, judge time from the shadows inside her unseeing eyes. Her back is stiff. That back. ”“I’ll set you up a room in the shed.”“Greetings, Master of Mother.”“Boris.” I returned his salutation.“As if I didn’t have enough to do.” Cat complained to me on the way to the shed, dragging me along for my opinion on setting up Boris’s private workspace. “He will need an interface and articulated hands. I suppose I can replace his left arm with a temporary hand for now.” I watched her think over the issue.“Can you help me with that?” she asked me.“Sure.” Cat nodded as if my response was. I wondered just how I should approach what I wanted. "Ken?" Yes?" Do you really want to see that old movie?" Whatever you want. Today is your day." Why don't we just drive around for a little bit."He stopped for gas and then drove out onto route 322. I knew that would take us passed Steve's Motel. Steve's was famous for renting rooms out in two hour blocks. I'd heard some of the older girls talking about it at school.We were about a half a mile from the motel when I finally screwed up my.