As much as she loved what she had inadvertently become, she knew that if she wasn't careful she could make things difficult for Benedict, and that's t...e opposite of what she wanted. Even though her goals for herself were slowly shifting as her new body and its needs continued to assert their control over her affected mind, she still wanted to support her husband or whatever, as long as it wasn't too much trouble. Still though, as the sensation of the air and her scratchy clothing against her. I cannot put my finger on it but it also if I am included with you.”“I think that is rather what we are hoping for all three of you. We all work so had together we have become very close. I don’t know whether you and Tim will become an item or the others but I am sure we are going to be friends.”“Well Tim, do you want me as a girlfriend.”“Oh I rather think so, can’t interfere with the master plan can we. I always dreamed of having a clever girlfriend who is also drop dead gorgeous.”“I might. Becky looks at me as I come over to the couch. “That was the attorney wasn’t it?” “Yes, I made the decision, if you don’t like it, I will call him back…but I think it is something that you will approve of”. They are all sitting there looking at me, “The funeral home offered to do a cremation and to put the remains in a small and discrete vault in the corner of the mortuary so you could visit and do the ceremony in private if you wish.” “I told him to make it happen”. Becky looks at me with. Sloane.She swiveled her laptop around. Sort of an accusatory finger of a device when it suddenly confronts you at nine in the morning. Especially when you’ve only had one cuppa with your b. and eggs. Wandy giving me the old heave-and-ho, “You can’t be late again, Birdie.”But there I was, frozen in time, standing in that damnable streetcar. In full profile, in this case.Ms. Sloane turned the screen back to face her. Was that a small smile? “All right, I’ve examined the evidence, Birdie.”I.