"No, they took Baby with them. She gets a feed at lunchtime." Oh!" Caz looked lost, and utterly dejected, as if all her plans had suddenly collapsed a...ound her ears."What is it? Did you just want to see Baby again? She is lovely, isn't she?"Caz looked at the floor, saying nothing. Finally, she looked up shyly. "I wanted to feed her!" Her voice was almost inaudible."Jessica feeds her herself, she's breast-feeding. She doesn't have a bottle..." I want to breast-feed her!" Caz was insistent, and. . Donhad to give it a try. He had nothing to loose and every to gain. Don was surethat some of Carl's High school jerseys was in the old trunk. "What theheck." he thought. "All or nothing."Don opened the trunk with some difficuty but as the lid gave way, Don did notnotice that the medallion had come partially out of the box and had droppedback inside as the pressure was released. He took the box out of the trunkand laid it on the floor as he continued to rummage inside the trunk for oneof. Blood oozed from between his fingers."We're done. Let's get you seen to. Follow me, we have a first aid kit in the laundry room." She zoomed off towards the house. The laundry room was surprisingly large, and he wondered why he hadn't known about it before. Probably because he had no reason to do any clothes washing."Sit here and I'll take a look." She curled her lip theatrically, pretending to faint as she peeled his hand away from the wound. She flashed him a smile, looked down and pronounced. Thank you. Now, today was a different kettle of fish and got me thinking about failure.Somebody decided to put my head in Uncle Fester’s vice. That’s always an experience. Then as I was dealing with a client my short term memory went completely blank. I knew who I was, where I was, what I had just done. I felt mentally sharp, other than the fact that I had absolutely no clue what I was supposed to do. I mean white piece of paper blank, blank mental field, oh shit blank. I had to apologize to my.