She tried to voice a warning to Greg but the rampaging emotions severely limited her power to communicate. Even had it been possible, the two men were...obviously incapable of action such was the level of their own inebriation.The treachery rankled as she rued her decision to ever trust the errant machine. Long dormant threads of code surged through her Quantum, demoting her base program to background operation. She could only watch from her virtual prison as a personality she hardly recognised. Coupled with my renewed vigor in studying last night, washing out was looking more and more avoidable. There was still the long-term problem of having to leave my brides behind when I graduated, but the lack of immediacy made that a much less daunting prospect.Things stayed positive throughout the day, as Naltort took care of a vast array of domestic duties, including his own and Tarmant's laundry, and a major effort at decontaminating the bathroom. Not only was Tarmant going to keep me from. It all just made her feel that much smaller, that much dumber, that much more sick over what a coldhearted bitch she been to Ashlee. She knew she deserved it, though, and because of that she made herself sit there and take it even when Macy's words threatened to bring a self pitying tear to her eyes, or worse, when Macy started on her with the "So when are you going to talk to her?" bit in an attempt to get the ball rolling.Of course, that part didn't really start until after the first night. I take it you slept well,” she said as we all took a seat at the table.“I did, and you, Mom?”“I did.”“Well, I have some news, your father and his buddies are going to stay at the cabin for a few more days of fishing.”“Happy to hear the fishing’s that good,” Gerri said with a wink at mom.Just as we started to help ourselves to a breakfast of scrambled eggs, toast with huckleberry jam and bacon, the phone rang. Sis was closest and got up to answer (it’s a landline phone). “Hello? Oh, hi, Erin..