She didn't have to ask questions or to try to understand it. It was almost like she had always understood it, like instinct. The queen had been trying...to communicate with many others before her, but had always failed. It was frustrating. She would try to communicate, and they would fight her; try to kill her and her children. So she fought back. She had done terrible things, but she felt no remorse. Nor did she feel glee. It was more like duty. She did what she had to do.More knowledge filled. .."Sandy stopped talking, licked her lips and raised one carefully trimmed eyebrow, waiting for me to respond.I laughed nervously and backed away from the fence, not knowing what to say. "Your daughter needed her self confidence tweaked. I'm glad I was able to help."Sandy backed away from the fence too and I thought the conversation was over until I heard her call me. "If there's anything I can do ... perhaps I can repay you, Sammy."I was three blocks away before what she said sank in. Could. I spent most of everyday just sitting in his room with him, forced to wear a surgical mask and latex gloves for fear he might contract some other fatal affliction. By the end of the week he was well enough to journey across the street to the park for a short sojourn into the real world. I think I knew he had really given up when he became incontinent and urinated all over himself. He just didn’t care anymore. He had nothing left to live for and nothing to lose, so peeing on himself was the. ”That’s the one thing I didn’t figure on. I tried to give her some freedom, and I end up costing her a chance to be herself and do anything with Dave. How could I not think of that? Then we heard… “Morning. Whoever made the coffee, thank you.”She looked at me, “Are you alright, honey? I thought you were sick or something.”“No, I’m fine.”Kathy knocked on the door and Terry let her in. Now Terry was in a light green baby-doll that hid nothing. She was sans panties.“Well well, no wonder you didn’t.