'Someday Aponi would become his in total, for now though, itwould be one step at a time,' he thought to himself as he also closedhis eyes and let slee... overtake him.-Thirty Two-Etu woke long before the sun rose, got up and sought out the pack he hadcarried prior to his battle with the bear. A dream that he had remindedhim that he held something that his mother had given to him... a giftfor the Aponi Spirit.In the bottom, still neatly folded and wrapped was the gift. He pulledit out and gently. " There, I said it. I won the argument. Or did I lose it?With a dismissive motion of his hand he said "naaah, I'm good." I was relieved and disappointed at the same time. After about 30 seconds he said "You know, that's not a bad idea." Another 30 seconds. "That's a good idea. That's a REAL good idea." Another 10 seconds. "I'm in room xxxxx. That's the building over there -- the second one over -- third floor, just as you get off the elevator ... I'm going up there pretty soon.". Come for some stew in the morning, or don't, it's all the same to me. If you want to try your hand at making some bread, I've got some preserves laid by that my Aunt Persis put up. It's strawberry flavored, and it would go good on some fresh bread. If you want to get along with me, it would be better to wait and let me invite you, rather than just barging right in. I can't abide pushiness." I wasn't hungry anyway. You can just keep your damn stew. It smells like horse meat to me, and I'm not. Itucked myself closely inside my own strictly private and personalmental cocoon, and let my thoughts run freely over the whole sequenceof events; examining every aspect, and slowly savouring all thepleasurable sensations.Sight, Smell, Hearing, Taste, Touch - the five main senses. The thickbandages that were robbing me of Sight had caused a compensatoryheightening of all my other senses; and, one by one, I examined eachin depth. First; the Smell. Matron carried a faint odour, compoundedof soaps,.