Instead of fighting all the time, we’d spend a lot of time playing kids games. Aapa was particularly fond of playing husband and wife. After school ...e’d come home and she would pretend to cook dinner while I pretended to do odd jobs around the house, thus imitating mamu and mami in domesticity, but it was after lights out that the real playing started. Aapa always made sure that everyone thought we were asleep, going so far as to placing a towel at the bottom of the bedroom door as to muffle. He used to take care of me like that. She raised her face to me and said I love you Jackie. I said I love you too Mom. I didnÂ’t see the scars or the blindness. Just her beautiful face. I kissed her gently on the lips and she laid her head back on my shoulder. She dozed off after awhile and I got up to take a long soak in the tub. I was all stretched out in the hot water and I heard Mom scream my name. Jackie! Where are you? I said IÂ’m in the tub Mom. IÂ’ll be right out. Then she was at the. Was this an official mission?" he asked, turning to my old director.He shook his head, then looked at me. "If I may?" he asked.I nodded."Mr. Sampson's mission, as he had been trained to defined it, was to recover the young girl. Our agents are trained to be focused, mission specific. I'm surprised he brought out the case at all, to be truthful. It shows a break in his training."He looked at me with a raised eyebrow. That look had ended more than one career and they had all been damned good. He kept looking at my chest, a smile twitching on his lips. I finished the calamari while I watched him watch me.The food came. There were no chesty points on display for “Katrina!”, which I counted as a personal triumph. The seafood platter she set in front of me was daunting. She held it in both hands and I got a view straight down her shirt when she set it in front of me. I wondered briefly if my husband had tipped her for more than just a quiet seat, but the food was far more interesting at.