"So whathappened this morning was...?"She bit her lip, looking sideways as her cheeks flushed withembarrassment. "It means that we kinda start craving.....stimulation. Andsometimes we try to satisfy that craving in our sleep without realizingit." Oh, right. God killing kittens." I muttered. This was happening alittle faster than I expected. "Geez, I thought having morning wood asa guy was bad enough." It's definitely not on the same level." If it's worth anything, I totally believe you." Which. Iwas feeling HER, there inside me. Somehow we were linked, my twinsister and I. Trying to ignore the pain, I forced myself to lie down.I cradled my head in my arms and closed my eyes, trying to block outthe outside world. I felt for her.She was remarkably easy to find. She was right there. It was as ifshe'd always been there. I couldn't talk to her or communicate withher in any normal fashion, but I could feel her pain and her panic.Despite my fears I opened myself to her, accepting all. It’s shaped like a cross, with a high vault in the middle and stained-glass windows on every side depicting scenes from the life of Jesus, and the Virgin Mary, and a bunch of saints I could never identify. Today the sun was out, and walking down the middle aisle was like walking through a giant kaleidoscope. It can make you think heaven is real.The confessionals are underneath the big rose windows in each transept. (Sister told us once what everything is called. The boys went nuts at the word. "Go ahead," Karen said.Denise made her way to her apartment. It was different entering it that afternoon. It reminded her of how the house felt after returning from a vacation. Everything was there just as she left it, but it didn't match her memories of how it had been. It was almost like she had already given it up and that it wasn't home any more. Her possessions were there, but that homey safe feeling was gone.The problem was that Dale's house wasn't home either. She felt adrift in life and.