I didn’t want them gone. I wanted me gone. I just couldn’t be who they wanted me to be. Never mind. And never mind my stuff. I don’t want any of...it. The clothes don’t fit and there’s nothing important there I need. I’d rather do without and begin again. The people at the church are taking everything. The will leaves everything to them, anyway. I’m sure the lawyer told you all that. Anyway, I have a couple hundred dollars for clothes and stuff, but I just need to go. I need to leave this God. They left the 'Limited, Too!' with their packages and once again starteddown the mall.As they strolled, Madge felt quite satisfied with their outing so far.Wendy had pretty pink toes and his fingernails were shaped and glossed.His make up was tastefully done for a girl his age and he was walkingthere right in front of her carrying some of his new make up in thedarling little purse that swayed in rhythm with the curls in his hair.She tingled with delight as she looked at the skirt of his new. Perhaps he was taken somewhere terrible… or maybe he was being brain washed… maybe he was just taken somewhere so boring that he had to make up fantastic stories in order to keep himself amused. Surely Growl couldn’t be enjoying something that Fuzz himself wasn’t allowed to partake in. At home they were absolutely equal. At home. But that didn’t stop Fuzz from waiting every day for Maria and Growl to come back, Growl loping up the front walk like a stupid clown with his tongue hanging out.. I asked Chris if he wanted a glass of wine and he accepted; we left Christy at the bathroom and we made our way to the kitchen.I was opening the bottle of wine when Chris reminded me that we had not cleaned the paint brushes; he offered to go and get them for me. I knew that he would see her again in the shower and I smiled as I said,“Yes please, bud, I know she won’t have a problem with you seeing her in the shower again.”He smiled as he left the kitchen to head to our bedroom and he was.