Tracy got up again to use the restroom."She is some fine woman, Harry. You are a very lucky man." Wallace shared this while Tracy was away."I'll be ho...est with you; I can't handle her every day. Hell, I'm nearly seventy-nine years old! It's gotten to the point where I could use some help." Harry confessed.Harry wasn't happy about asking for help with Tracy. He wasn't about to give her up, but he knew that if he didn't call for some reinforcements that she might go somewhere else entirely. He. Modify him. That was the solution. If Bess Atwater could change her mind, I could change ours and...His eyes bored into mine. “Alexis,” he whispered in my ear, “you will never give me commands.”I gasped, feeling those waves that were washing around me echo back and sweep over me. My brother didn't feel more than a prickle. It didn't take much to change me. I shivered, realizing he read my mind that... he could feel my thoughts and... and...I felt something in him, something smug, something. The truck slowed and then went across an old bridge and into the dark alleyway beyond. Emerging from the gloom, they entered a small, hidden piazza, lined with old buildings. The truck stopped outside what looked like a very old and abandoned church.O'Malley swung down from the cab and banged the side of the truck."Wakey-wakey! Time to shift your asses."O'Malley walked up to the church, pushed open the door and disappeared inside. The men grumbled and began to gather their meager possessions.. The 17 children were remarkably well behaved as they made their way through the back alleys. They had to stop and rest on a couple of occasions because the children had lost a lot of muscle tone from being locked up without exercise for so long. Eventually, they made it to Betty's place, and they filed in and sat on the floor while they waited for their next orders.Betty and a couple of other women showed up to dole out blankets for the children to wear until they could get regular clothes..