. it was just the plain, vanilla-normal sense of one human feeling another approach. "You're wondering," said Grandmother's voice, "why the park was s... blasted empty for such a summer's day."Anya turned around, a little cross. "Now, Grandmother, tell me when you're going to do that. It's not very fair to be reading my mind without my permission."The venerable woman clucked her tongue. "Part of your training, dear. You should always have at least some mental shields up. Few of those who practice. He was careful, he didn’t think anyone had seen him pull up. He wanted to walk down to the grove. It was in the grove where he’d made a little memorial to his first wife Diana. That’s where he went when he wanted to think, talk to his deceased wife, and sometimes pray, and today was a day he really needed help. He got down to the grove and flopped down on the small bench he’d built. It sat beside Diana’s little memorial. He started talking, ‘Diana I really need some help right now. I know you. The overflowing bookcase gave evidenceof why Hillary did so well in school, and the large closet filled withclothes showed why she had so many things to donate to Kaylie."Sit down in the chair by the dresser and face the door. I want to getyou ready for dinner." What are you going to do?"I am going to apply just a little makeup to show our mothers howattractive you can look. For sure they will say you are too young for somuch makeup, but every girl our age hears that."Hillary started by. " You are programming the synthetic memories, of course?" Joan nodded in response to Hank's query. "We take one, we injure one, and we let them get away thinking that they've destroyed the station. It's only money, Joan. We've gotten our money's worth out of that station. Five or six implanted RFID tags and we let the rats lead us back to their lair." That's the plan, Hank. Standard stuff." Joan giggled. "We'll pump the prisoner dry of everything he knows and turn him over to the deputy.