They both helped pull it over my head, andfluff and fuss with it, cooing and fawning over me and the dress. Amytook forever tieing the sash to her sat...sfaction."My, aren't you the pretty girl!" Oh, ... she's adorable!" A pretty little girl in a pretty little dress."My eyes got watery; and I felt a tear on my cheek."Oh honey, ... it's all right. You must be overcome with joy to bedressed in such a darling dress. Is that it, sweetie?" Mary cooed. Icould only nod my agreement. They laughed and. ." Yes, you can. This is important! I need you to trust me."She took a deep breath and said, "Ok."It was too far to just walk to her house. Maybe I was too wrapped up in my own thing to realize it before now, but she had been riding her bike over to my house every time. I knew I could probably keep up with her at a jog, but since she hadn't been brought fully into the family ... or, at least, into our secrets ... yet, I decided that wasn't the wisest scenario. I peeked into the garage and. It felt empty, open, unprotected.“I’m missing it already,“ I said, then Rachel pointed out the upside:“I must urgently put Jim to work, to fill this void.”“Michael will be busy as well,” I said and we burst into laughter.“You can leave your patch here because Jim wants to check the electronics. “We put on our clothes and returned to the men in the living room. I spoke first:“Please excuse us, Michael and I have some urgent activities to do at home.”“Same here. Drive carefully!“ responded. Sadly, the wall was not a perfect protection, and the boy-soul felt loss andgrief without knowing what he had lost, or what he was grieving for, andnightmares found their way over the wall to torment his sleep for years tocome.And whispers of the girl-soul also made their way over the wall, but insteadof comforting, they only frightened the boy-soul even more than thenightmares did.Then the boy found the wall, and made the first crude attempts to make anopening in it, only to be overwhelmed.