"You all have to help." I'll take the dry cleaning," I commented. 'Wendy? One hour or two day?' I thought to ask.'Oh ... My ... God! I heard you.' A s...range voice was in my head.'Seven?' 'Daddy?' A chorus of thoughts questioned.It wasn't just Seven who heard me. Four girls, four boys and Seven all started asking assorted versions of, 'I hear voices in my head, am I going crazy?'The room was crowded by kids and wives.It must be the water. The kids had never broadcast or received before."Seven?". Visions of the the Toy Story franchise pop into my head as I pull out a Bo Peep toy and a Jessie toy. “Oh my god, I remember these.” I look them over and they appear to still be in good condition. “But now I don’t know what to do with them.”I place them off to the side and continue rummaging through the box and remembering things. As the night goes on, I stop going through the box and don’t look over the other ones. “I’ll do those tomorrow.” I have my dinner and start getting ready for bed. I. . Holy fucking shit, lady! You're half undressed!" he said, then turned to leave like he couldn't wait to get away from this crazy old women who thought she could lure him into bed with her sexily clad body. Well, she was wrong. Her little teasing act didn't work. All it did was scare the crap out of the poor young boy who probably had never seen a woman in a sexy negligee. Having failed big time, it was time for plan B.“Wait! Don't go!” I said in desperation as I fumbled through my. If Martin, at thewheel, had dared to look, he would have seen two female figures standingatop the Round Tower : big blousey Mama Doris Gozo, and petite, lovely,Maltese Maria. They waved at the ship. Maria turned to Doris and asked:"Mamma. I love him. Will he come back?" I'm sure he will, sweetie. Shall we pray for him?"Maria nodded, and with the corvette now a dot on the horizon, the pairwalked over to the Garrison Church past the guncrews on the Hot Walls,sleeping by their guns. The last fire.