.. ?" Yeah. The Bellen residence. Isn't it pretty?"I chuckled. "Yes. Somehow wanting a pretty home..."Melinda shrugged. "I'm a dichotomy within a conu...drum within a fallacy within a paradox." A fallacy?" Ask my daddies about that." How many daddies do you have?" Used to be six. Just three now." She looked sad. "Three died. They're all pretty old." Do you mind telling me about it?" You first. What are you doing here? You're not just passing through."I heaved a sigh. "No. I wanted ... I had to. A problem, then, until exposed to reason and exploration; but an exploration to be taken with care, as advised by his teenaged R & D section. He again resolved to open the box in the garden, in the open air, in case what was inside proved dangerous in an enclosed space. He first checked the weather conditions by opening the back door and having a look outside. Despite the time of year, it was cold but dry; perfect for what he proposed. First, the box would have to be moved outside the door, on. She hadendured a great many things over her long life and had long agodeveloped a pragmatic, if fatalistic view on her life. She had notthought that she would ever leave the kitchens again, but she satisfiedherself that she still had life, food and a home no matter how mean itsconditions. She labored, she tired and she rested when she could. Shetook the small kindnesses offered her when they arrived and endured theslights and humiliations that others directed at her.She did have one desire. Sometimes late at night I'd be playing video games but I'd leave the basement door unlocked in case my girlfriend at the time or, if I was single, Ashley wanted to stop by for a steamy make out session on my futon. "So... Why are you here?" "I told you," she said quietly as she bent over to whisper in my ear, "I want to help..." She then traced her tongue behind my ear down my neck. Soft kisses peppered my neck as her ever so gentle fingers lightly caressed my tender flesh on my back. "I'll be.