Her eyes flutter and she drops the phone pushing the button to hang up. Right after, hubby calls back on Kakao for a video call. After some hesitation...she picks it up and answers, "yes"... "I want to see it." he tells her. And she holds the phone down to our crotches and does more exaggerated jumping up and down slapping our junk together loudly. I hear him exclaim front the phone "oh, that's good. Oh, you're so wet." and this continues on for a couple more minutes.I decide I don't want to hear. At first he wanted to hear my story. It wasn’t unique, apparently. He’d heard it, or something very much like it, many times before. While I was pouring out my guts in despair, he was listening and nodding and sympathizing … up to a point. I think the popular word of the day is epiphany. I had an epiphany and didn’t even know it. It occurred when Nick asked me a simple question. ‘So, now that she’s gone, along with the boys, what are you going to do about it?’ Hell of a question, that. I buried. "As the Maiden delved deeper into the remnants of her raw unspun fiber stock, which she had earlier gathered from the Great Tree of Life, she finally clasped her hands onto something new, and maybe perhaps, worthy. Carefully with her long age of experience, she spun this rather singular piece of thread. It was indeed quite bright and colorful; well suited for detailing this last great end panel, but as she extracted the long spun thread from her spinning wheel, to give it to the Matron, she. That’s absolutely all I’m good for. I’m a walking disaster area!” she wailed.“Caitie, would you like to talk about that?” Andy said quietly.The little girl had been watching the events with dismay. She knew something was very wrong with the woman she’d come to love. While the women had been working on Barbara, Caitie had been essentially hiding in the corner to try to avoid embarrassing her further. Now she dropped to her knees and took Barbara’s left hand in both of hers.Looking down she said.