She even handed me one of her glitter pens for me to write inhis name in. Mercifully, as I started to move the pen to the page, withher song still rin...ing in my ears and my face burning from the shame ofit all, I woke up.But even waking up wasn't much of a relief, when you found yourselfwaking up in a pink nightie, surrounded by a fluffy teddy bear and aJake Simpson calendar that informed you, cruelly, that you only had twodays before you had to join the massed ranks of St Margaret's. ”I touched a tube and a surgical knife, “also you need to cut a hole between my ribs and put the tube in.”She gasped, “I can not do that!”I looked at her and finally nodded, “get my shirt off.”I talked her through pouring a vial of nanites into the entrance and exit wounds and then using a nanite clotting cloth on the outside to seal the wounds. Next I talked her through using the self injecting IV kit and connecting it to the bag of nanites and solution. Once she had that going I took a breath. .. for weren't they more parents to her than she had ever been? In fact, they were the only parents Igat had ever known... ! Yet, she hadn't thought of it that way at all... and now, faced with her own irrational decision, she hardly knew what to do next."Well, Madame... ?" Girarde prodded gently."I-I don't know what to say, M'sieu'," she stammered. Suddenly, she reached into her purse and found a small hanky to dab at her nose as her dark eyes began to glisten behind her tears. "It's... it's. When they got downstairs Donna and Prudence had already gone home. Mavis was sitting and darning socks by the stove. She looked up at the two women."Well, took you long enough. How much tucking in does one skinny boy need?" She arched an eyebrow."Oh!" said Meg. "He's been in bed a while now. Sally and I were just talking." That's nice." said Mavis, looking back down at her mending. "I thought you'd have fixed that dress by now Meg."Meg's hand went to the buttons immediately and her shoulders.