Renata and Constance spoke at one. "You are awake. The doctor predicted you would rejoin the living almost two days ago, and now you are finally here.... Constance was thrilled to see me open my eyes. It was written all over her.Renata said something into her wrist mic, and I could hear activity outside my room. Doctor Abrams' people streamed in to prod, poke, and press on me, looking for all sorts of things, none of which they disclosed to me. For all the effort they spent on me, no one. She said it is really boring to try so many I said it is nothing boring and I forced her to try it now, she said ok and took one saree and asked me if I can go into hall for a while I with courage why she can try in front of me as I tried shirts in front of her, she said she cannot I said please this way I can give you feed back much better and so many sarees to try, it will be interesting if you keep talking to me and keep changing the sarees, she said ok at last, now she slowing started to. When school started up again we would do it very late at night...actually very early in the morning. Mom and Dad's room was not that far from my room so we usually did it in his room." She stopped talking for several minutes then said, "I need Ronnie to come visit us again Peter." I was fucking her faster now, so excited by her story. I uttered my first words then. "Maybe you and Ronnie could finally get together again. It would be okay with me baby." Linda laughed and after a few silent. ‘Merry Christmas,’ she said, with a syrupy smile. The eye snapped shut and he turned onto his back, pulled her down so that her head rested on his shoulder. He drew the comforter more securely around them. French snuggled into him, caressed his chest and abdomen as she lay alongside him. ‘It’s getting late, Aid, don’t you think we should get up? I’ll bet your parents have been awake for hours already…’ ‘Nope. We always sleep in on Christmas morning…’ he replied gruffly without opening his eyes..