Nevertheless, Sofia continued to create, filling the margins of her notebooks with ideas and doodles, only briefly pausing when one of the nuns, using...a meter stick as a teaching tool would decide she needed to focus. This however, only increased her drive to create and explore.As her childhood morphed into adolescence, her inquisitive mind and rebellious streak manifested in thoughts of sexuality. Even under the cover of her conservative catholic school uniform, her womanly features became. "Nothing morbid today. Not even that song. We need to be cheerful, it's our first family outing in a long time."I was strapping Joy into a stroller. Tina stopped by with Tolwin, putting him next to Joy. We worked together to prepare the babies. Once they were comfortable, I looked up and found that the rest of the family was ready to go.We left the pod and started out through the tunnels. At first the tunnels seemed abnormally quiet, but once we passed Yvette's home we found a few others were. We chatted about family, my work, and I decided to take the bull by the horns. "Vi, did you know your daughter was a slut?" Vi's mouth opened, closed, and then she said, somewhat tersely: "I don't know what you mean, Don. That can't be right!"Inwardly I smiled - her denial was a little weak, considering I was slandering her daughter, my mother. "Oh come on, Vi, you know exactly what I mean. She goes along with anything you say, agrees just to please".Vi sat silently for a moment, her expression. "After listening for to my story, Mom said, "I have just one question then. 'Greg' is not a name for someone who looks like you do. Your middle name 'Norman' is no better. So what have you done about that?" I changed it six months ago to 'Kimberly Rae Anderson'. I go by Kim here at school, and Beth has even switched over to calling me that."With that statement, Mom began to cry. After she regained her composure, she said, "I've lost my husband, and now I've lost my son. I don't have anything of.