Roberta returned from her memories and stood to turn toward her son. ‘Oh, Harry. It’s so good to see you,’ she said taking him in her arms and h...lding him. ‘Mom, why didn’t you tell us dad was…’ ‘Harry…’ Roberta couldn’t finish. Tears flowed down her cheeks. All the weeks of pent up grief suddenly burst forth. ‘Oh, Harry.’ ‘Billy’s here too, Mom. He’s down stairs with the kids. He’ll be here in a minute.’ Roberta could say nothing through her tears. Her body shook with sobs and just that said. We eventually made it out of the shower and dried off. I made it my personal goal to return the favor. We kissed as we moved into my bedroom. I removed her towel and laid Barb on my bed. I got on my knees at the edge of it and put my head down between her thighs. I buried my face into her. Barb reached down and held my face there. I struggled to breathe but didn't fight it. I just buried my tongue inside and licked everything I could. Barb squealed as I touched a sensitive spot. I focused on. “She wants to go to Munich again,” I said.“Oh dear,” he said, looking concerned, “do you think that’s wise?”“Wise?” I mused, “no. Anything could happen and send her back to where she was at Christmas, or it could finally kill that ghost off.”“Or create a new one,” Dad said.“There’s that possibility too,” I agreed, “what do you think I should do Dad?”“There’s an old saying son,” he began, “if you love something let it go. If it’s truly yours, it will come back, if it doesn’t then it was never. ”I had heard of that before. I knew that was how new humans were made. I sort of understood what he was talking about.“Will it hurt?” I asked. That’s the part I’d heard about, how much it hurt.“No.” Wynston said. “Although human pain is determined to be irrelevant, it will not hurt. The copy will be removed from your body and brought to term in a tank. I do not wish to risk damage to your body.”“I see,” I said, although I didn’t really. Where would the copy be located on my body? I wondered..