’ ‘Good. It’s a good feeling being wanted.’ ‘Yes.’ She backspaced. ‘Yes, sir’ ‘Good.’ ‘So what is tomorrow’s torture?’ ‘To...orrow you will be nice.’ ‘What?’ ‘You’ll be nice. Nice to everyone you meet, everyone who comes into the clinic. Every one of your co-workers. You will be so goddamn nice that your face will ache when you leave work from all the smiling you’ve done.’ ‘But I am nice.’ ‘Shit… really, Jen? You think you’re a nice person? Remember, I sat in that waiting room for seven Thursdays. I must have been in a fog during all that. Keith and Carl said they were going to visit Agnes and her new husband when they finished lunch. They were curious about Agnes new life style. I told them that it wasn't new as she had grown up out there. It was her deceased husband that didn't like going there. They smiled and left for the camp.I floated through the rest of the day. I wondered if Jeff had known of my recent windfall, would I have received the bonus and promotion. Well so what, I had. Tanaka asked as she looked around at the obvious alien surroundings.Jeff reached for the woman who was dressed in a beautiful, if somewhat wrinkled, kimono. “Here, allow me to help you,” he said as he lifted the older version of Kei effortlessly out of the chamber.Despite her bewilderment, Mrs. Tanaka stretched out her arm, flexing it, then took a deep breath, obviously expecting to hurt, but when she did not, she turned to stare at the tall man smiling down at her.Staring at Jeff, Mrs. Tanaka. Then off to the pub and have a few beers with some of my mates or if I had to be up early to cook breakfast from 5.00am, I would take a few beers to the large spa pool which was chilled during the hot season, totally immerse myself swig a few beer gaze up at the stars, Great way to cool off before going to bed. One month, a Thursday this reasonable looking about 45 – 50, lady came in, I noticed no rings denoting her status as she signed her registration card. About 5 ft 6, brunette with hair.