________________Dad had a bad night that night, and in the wee hours a doctor came and gave him a shot of morphine. It may have taken the edge off, bu... when I got up a few hours later his discomfort was clear, even through his semi-consciousness. My two sisters were coming in and I had to pick them up at the airport. Before their flight arrived, I was to meet with Scott, a friend of Dad's who had said he'd be willing to do the eulogy. He and I chatted over coffee for a while, and when the time. ” she replied, a trifle embarrassed at my offer.“Oh, come on, bhabhi ... It’s late ... and I promise I won’t make you fall...” I said with a little laugh, eliciting a smile from her. Awkwardly, she somehow managed to clamber on my bike, clutching both her bags, and holding on to the grab rail behind her for dear life.As I rode slowly, I asked “How come you came out to buy grocery so late in the night, bhabhi...?” wondering why she was out at this time.“Oh, my husband ... he came late ... and he. Pamela, one of the defenders didn't listen to what coach had said andwas soon throwing up her lunch, yuk.Next came ball-handling skills. We thought we were pretty good but coachthrew in some twists that made most of us look silly, even Shannon. Thenext exercise was passing with accuracy. We all knew how to pass, butour layoff had made us lazy, which showed during our games. More thanonce we lost a breakaway because of a poorly placed ball. By the timepractice ended our skills had improved. Walking home wiped me out—but my sisters seated me at the table and gave me some soup. That meal taught me something when I saw three adult female Vix—and little Lisa."There's two of you?" I asked."Yes, but you've met us both," one of them said through her voder. Vix don't have the same vocal equipment as us humans and need artificial speakers for human speech. "I'm Darma and this is my sister Garma."Twins?"Thanks," I said. "I feel better mistaking you for the same Vix." You're our favorite.