Oh ... and pierced ears, she did that too. I have a feeling the stud is on one ear and the clutch ... the part that holds the ear stud in place ... is...on the other ear."I hope she's not allergic to that much gold stuck through her brain..." My good buddy, Ricky interrupted.As I was saying, before someone ran over me wearing track spikes and messed up my train of thought..."TRAIN? You idiot ... your train of thought is a leaky old switch engine, coal car and a caboose."You did it. I knew I was patronizing him, Dr. Spencer knew I was and if I’d been five years older, he would have too, but since I was a kid, he mistook my tone for genuine. “I am aware that we’re treating your mother. Formidable woman. Tragic that she’s suffering.”“We’re all suffering Dr. Cromwell,” I said in a fair approximation of a saddened voice. It wasn’t hard. What I’d said was true, just not related to what I was blaming it on. “I appreciate your concern though. It hasn’t been easy to put everything. More couches, carpets, and a mountain of scattered pillows lay about the massive room. Every chandelier held new candles shedding a halo of golden light.Half naked bodies lounged around the room in a loose circle, each to their own comfort but close enough to chat. Three were demons, two females, and one male with the usual variety of color and demonic features but no wings. He recalled that the Baroness had also not been winged and wondered if they possessed some ability to retract them as. So that's something less to worry about."I listened. I took in all this information. I was feeling very upset andhurt, and knowing that she was at least partially right in her analysis -made me feel even worse. I had become a liability. I was hard to havearound. I complicated matters for them all."Are you OK with knowing all this?" Mom asked. "It's OK if you need sometime to digest it. I'm sorry if you're hurt."I took a deep breath. I was fighting back the urge to yell at them andtell them off.