"What time are you expected at Fallingbostel?" she asked Frances."About five, I imagine. Mark's merely given us orders to be ready to move after lunch..." So what are you going to do for two and a half hours?" Mark will have thought of something," said Victoria defensively."Of course he will. That's what he's paid to do. I'll bet it'll be pretty boring. Male minds lack imagination."Frances and Victoria laughed."Poor darling," said Frances. "He hasn't done badly but we are a bit bored with. " She seemed embarrassed to be talking about it."It's ok. I don't think you're crazy." I assured her."I'm not CRAZY!" Trish sharply replied, before checking back on her flash of anger. "I'm sorry. I just was a little scared." It's fine. You've been here what, three days?" I began, trying to reassure her. "It's a big house, and there's a lot of stuff you don't hear normally." Yeah, you're right. It just really freaked me out for some reason." She nodded."I'd offer to let you sleep here..." I. She was used to beingthe center of attention. She worked out regularly and had a lot of self-confidence."I can't believe you really married that sissy-boy. If you would havewaited just a bit longer I am sure you could have found a real man!" I love Robert and he treats me nice. He isn't a sissy either!" I'll show you he is a sissy. You just wait! I know he isn't much of aman." Well, I am the one who married him, not you, so just leave it alone." I'll show you what a sissy he is. Just wait and. I felt the softest flesh of all flesh at my tip, and my eyes flew open. Amy was gazing into them, her own pupils like black pits, her irises glowing like gas flame, blue like a surreal sky. I knew then I was in the hand of my own daughter, and she was guiding me into the womanhood of her oldest friend, a girl I had practically raised. My mind raced through tending skinned knees, and complimenting new dresses, and years and years of haircuts, through visions of girlhood innocence, gangly early.