Who the hell knew what Bossie would do, but it had to be done and screw the med-tubes.That was another thing. Boats had once heard a tech claim that w...th a head and a short enough time after death, a med-tube could re-grow a body and save just about anyone. So, no head.Tweedledee was no coward. Certainly not. He was a narcissistic, brutal, power-mad, sadistic, Caligula. He was a worse than unfit leader, but he was no coward. Under the guise of ‘training’ and ‘physical fitness’, the Captain. ”“Half an hour, I must have gone back to sleep just sat here.”I wiped myself and stood up – oo, my head. Dad saw me hold my head and asked if I had a hangover.“Uhuh” was all I managed to get out as I stumbled back to bed.“Fancy some nice strong coffee?”“Ooo, not half dad, thanks.”Two hours later we were giggling arm in arm walking down the high street, dad was taking me for breakfast and then shopping, he wanted to buy me something special, as it was Fathers Day?????I couldn’t wait, I dived. "I can hear you worrying, you know." His raspy voice woke me out of my running internal dialogue with myself. "You don't have to worry, I'll take care of it if you'll just go back to sleep for a while longer."I smiled a slow, sleepy smile. I didn't bother to look up at him, "You will? But what if I'm worrying about Buffalo not having a shot at the Super Bowl? You can fix that?" Out here, we root for Seattle. Problem solved. Now go back to sleep."I wiggled against him, "But what if I want. He was wearing a parka shorts and a sleevelessT-shirt with a big baseball cap. His smile was wide, causing severalwrinkles to appear on his panda-like face. "Uncle Freddie!" I shrieked and without any hesitation run across thelawn and hugged the big man tightly. "Easy, easy...Kid" he laughed and wrapped his hand around Kimberly'spetite body. He tapped his hand on my -Kimberly's slender back. "How's the operation? Are you okay now?" I broke the hug and looked deepinto his grey eyes. I let a thin.