Aunt Delia would know, but nobody else. Would the rest of them be able to guess? Maybe, but they would not know for sure, and that’s the way I wante... it. I’d had enough of their worthless gratitude and phony sympathy. The incident at the church had sealed it for me, oh yeah.I was in and out of the hospital in a week’s time. I’d decided to shack up in Phoenix for another week before chancing the long drive back to my digs in Douglas; well, I was still pretty weak.I hadn’t been on the computer in. Stem cell research was hiring, if not at great wages.Now it wasn’t anxiety over whether or not her lab would still be there when she went to work the next day. Now it was boredom and the feeling of being trapped between two pieces of glass that threatened to drive her crazy.She could have had a boyfriend. She wasn’t bad looking. Noel had taught her to exercise religiously, primarily because he believed it kept the brain healthy and sharp. She’d gone running with him, and gone to the gym in bad. This didn't even take that much familiarity. I was looking at the legs and hands of someone much younger. Much younger. I was naked of course, having stripped off the clothes I'd been wearing, so I had all of me to examine, except my face. This person looked to be long and lean. I'd been pretty fit in my younger days, off and on, but long and lean would never have described me. I had also had black, straight hair. This person had reddish-brown hair. I raised a hand up and rubbed my head. There. So I talked with a mage and he said it would be possible to bring someone from your world to ours.” My heart sank as he talked. I had a feeling where this was going and I almost wanted to tell him to stop. The way he talked was so strange. You’d think a goblin would be savage and barely literate but he spoke so well. “So I paid the mage well and had him look for a few candidates to capture. It took awhile but he came upon a vision of your sexy mother. As soon as he described her I knew she.