Without a word I got up and let her have her swing – and yes, it was her swing – and then went back to the truck and got her tablet and my camera�...�She spent the entire day writing, breaking occasionally, once for lunch, once to take off her panties and sit quietly on the bank of the spring, feet submerged in the water, and once to simply come sit next to me while I did the same…“I was a little afraid to come back here.”“Why?”She shrugged. “I didn’t know if it would be the same,” she finally. I did as instructed and sat down avoiding eye contact.I sat perfectly still as she carefully began applying foundation to my face. Not moving and staring into space, in a dreamlike state as she continued, applying mascara, eyeliner, and lip gloss.After several minutes she stopped, grabbed a wig, and adjusting it onto my head, combing my hair before standing back."Hey, baby, look up, see how beautiful you are!" she said proudly with an arrogant smile on her face.I lifted my head and looked up,. It's ironic; after the war, many mothers had a tacit credo viv-a-vis children: "We're only going to have two children; but if one of them isn't a girl, we'll keep trying."One of Thad's aunts had a particularly difficult time with her second boy (Jeff) and as a result, she couldn't conceive anymore.There was a total of five boys and two girls in the 'junior' clan in this particular year: Rick (13), his brother Jeff (12), cousin Thad (14), HIS sister, Bonnie (9), and more cousins, Kris (13), and. Only Vix knew that Krack had scarred himself to look more intimidating. It worked.Mulch, finding nothing interesting, settled with the lord’s cape. It wouldn’t suit his current dress. The dress he currently wore was pink and must have belonged to some girl-child. He held out the cape to see if it would fit him. Mulch liked nice clothes no matter where and how they were obtained.The odd goblins were his most competent followers in his rebellion against the current goblin leadership. A leadership.