I had to. But I did also repair her. Well, enough for my purposes at least. «— I’m still repairing you. I did it for a reason. I have a plan for ...ou.”»“Plan? What plan, My Lord?”«“That is none of your fucking business.”»“Yes, My Lord. Forgive me, please, M-my Lord.”Thousands of miles away I smiled to myself. Repaired enough for my purposes indeed.«“You are forgiven. But you are right about the Wraith. I have no plans for him. I will break him if he gets in my way. I don’t want to break him. Or. Dad wouldn't have approved, I'm sure of that.Just a fuckup. That's what it felt like and that's what it was. So, no, I didn't cry, but I felt like it. I solved it the way I'd solved so many similar things over the years: I cut it out of my life. I told myself it was because I was bored with it, that I hated darkroom work, that I was only doing it because Dad did it and my brother the jerk did it, and I didn't really want to do it, anyway.That wasn't entirely true, though. The fact is that while. I wondered if he caught the signal. I surprised myself when I did that, it just came unexpectedly. Afterwards I realized that I wanted to give Jack a signal. It didn't mean that I wanted to jump into bed with him, well not yet, it was more my saying let's keep this going, I like you and I think you like me, let's see where it goes.As usual after a gig, it took me some time to wind down and finally sleep. I awoke at eight feeling refreshed. I phoned Room service for coffee and scrambled eggs. 'Iknow,' Mark breathed. 'It's amazing. I mean, I always suspected but to seeit. That's why I planned this, got the shoes…' He suddenly lookedat me. 'Whatare you two going on about?' 'Canyou try a girls voice?' Belinda asked. Idid have a good ear for accents and I closed my eyes as I remembered. Afterclearing my throat, eyes still closed, I softened my voice and made it higher,speaking from the throat and not the chest. 'How does this sound?' I askedand then opened my eyes. They were staring.