‘Dinner at 6?’ ‘Sounds good.’ ‘Okay.’ She turned to head toward the kitchen, then turned back to me. ‘Um, you probably won’t find mu...h of interest on until Hardball starts.’ ‘That may be true from what I’ve seen in the channel guide. At least I’ll get to watch Hardball live for once.’ Muffin smiled, then she did something she had not done in quite a long time: She moved behind my favorite recliner, bent down, kissed my cheek, and hugged me. It was a mundane father/daughter moment, yet it. There's so very few of real ones of those. Why me? Oh God, why?' 'You got it, babe.' 'No, it can't be.' 'And I got you, babe. I just love that song.' She was pretty well like in a trance, at that moment. Like almost unconscious. I suppose it was the moment of the real realization of how dire her predicament truly was. She'd always thought she could talk her way out of any negative circumstance, even if it was dangerous or confrontational, even if it was. There were moments of black humour though, as for allintents and purposes reality had turned upside down."Who're ya gonna call? Ghostbusters?" K had quipped after a particularlybad sequence of stubbing toes and fingers and dropping things on the floorinstead of the counter, desk or table on which they'd meant to be placed. No matter how "new and improved" the body seemed to be, the wiring wasdefinitely "first generation." It hadn't taken long to figure out thatpreviously autonomic movements. ’ Then I told him that instead of going out on another circuit through the towns the girls had told me that I needed to go do some hunting for the winter. Furthermore, that I should check to see how Red Cloud’s coming along and make sure they had no problems there. ‘You know I had thought of that? The Indians don’t really care that much for beef. They would much rather have wild game. I know that Red Cloud hasn’t sent out many hunting parties due to the trouble after Custer. I just thought I.