”I laughed, “We’d love it, but you don’t need to and you are beginning to realize that yourself. I am not sure about being an ‘orgasm ther**...*t’, but we do seem to avoid a lot of the angst of life here. Even Tim comes home tense and worried and it soon melts away. Maybe there is something to it, but we can only be ourselves and that is all we will be with you. We will show you how we live and bring you into our way of living while you are here. You can create some variation of it as you are. " It was the first time I could ever remember her actually acknowledging me in our plays; always in the past, she let me do whatever I wanted to while she followed some unforeseen script in her head.Thereafter whenever I would go over to play with Janie, the shampoo bottle would be in the cavern. I didn't know if she took it in the house and brought it out every afternoon or if she left it there. One day she said her mom kidded her about using a lot of shampoo on her hair. Janie just expected. My family had gone to a friend’s house to enjoy their electricity and running water, while I had chosen to stay home. I wanted to be alone for this. I sat at my desk in my room with a glass of water and a pile of pills next to me. They were sleeping pills, painkillers, and everything else I had. I was slowly writing a suicide note, trying to use my best penmanship. I included the instructions for my funeral and how I wanted to be buried. I finally put down the pen. My hands were almost always. Turning in place, she realized that the garden itself was a giant floating island. Walking to the edge, she frowned at the large amount of sky beneath. Whatever ground existed was somewhere beneath the distant mists below. Squinting, she thought she saw the ripple of waves through the gaps in the fog.Smoothing out her nightgown, she turned to the garden.“Okay, dream logic. Clearly the gazebo is meant to be my destination. Probably reminiscent of my latent sexual frustrations or my father’s.