Which I most definitely was, on the inside as well these days.I asked myself, Then why are you so mixed up about it? But maybe thatwas part of being ... girl, too.Two seconds after that, I decided my hair like that made me look like Iwas about ten years old, so I tore out the bands and spent forevercombing out any traces of them. That left my big black helmet hair,which kind of disappointed me now.And yeah, I had makeup but there was no way I was wasting any of that onPatrick. I wanted to look. . we're dead, but we always knew that you would be the one." The one?" You ask quizzically."Yes," June replied. "We always knew that we wanted you to have the house... and what's in it.We also didn't want you to be alone, so we copied our neural engrams onto the central mainframe so we live on in these virtual forms" As you know, I'm an inventor by nature and I have several patents. Those, by the way, are yours now. But what's even more important are the things that I didn't patent, kept in the. “Sweet sis ... let me look at ya! Yep, you’re as ravishing as ever! Meet my new ... ladies. Jessenia and Marisol Ramos, meet my sister, Annette Samuels. They’re sisters, too, as you can see for yourself. They’re also my lovers and always will be. Girls, meet my ex-wife, Chloe... ?” Ned fished for the surname.“Samuels. I never got remarried, remember? I still bear the same last name as you and Annie here,” Chloe then kissed and hugged both sisters, plus Annette.Then she ran to greet her own. We ask thatyou join us in that love."What happened next is something I have personally experienced with thewomen of our congregation and something I have seen on several otheroccasions. When my father died a few years ago, Nathan called PastorChupco who came over to the house. His wife notified the rest of thechurch. I think it was on a Monday. The following Wednesday when we gotto the service, I found myself hugging and crying my way through everywoman in the congregation.It was the same way.