Remember me?" Donna cruelly grinned. "You've been out for a while... over a month, as a matter of fact, while my doctor friend made a few modification... to your body. Since you're now a slut - MY slut - I decided you should look like one. Craig, would you be so kind as to release her head so she can see her new body?" Certainly, dear," he replied, ripping the tape unmercifully from Tulsa's head while the doctor pulled the white sheet off her, exposing her naked body.What was left of Cheryl. He looked like nothing so much as an oven-ready vulture. He was wearing one of those khaki safari shirts on top of a pair of ancient, faded blue shorts that reached just below his knees. Odd, thigh-length socks and Jesus sandals completed the ensemble. No fashion plate, then, our Professor. I could tell he was appraising me with his one ruly eye. Its unruly partner was now carrying out a detailed survey of the inside of his head."What's your name, boy?" Jonathon, although most people call me. Emily's two girls and my mother — who'd come to stay after Aida passed on - had done wonders with them though. Although I don't think anyone would replace Cecilia in their hearts.As Emily got better, things began to return to a new kind of normal. Well, a normal without Cecilia around organising everyone as she had always done in the past. But then life has to go on even when we wish we could turn the clock back.The worst part of that time was the pending court case. A young van driver had been. Her third dance partner offered her a drink.“Phil Young,” he said when they were sitting at a table. She recognized him now. He’d done fairly well in beginning group theory a year ago. Not a math guy, but not an idiot, either. Grad student in physics, she thought.“Tanya,” she said. He didn’t ask for her last name. Ask me no questions, and I’ll tell you no lies. She sipped her Manhattan and tried to steer the conversation to him. When her first drink and his second beer were done, he invited her.