Two were straight forward, they were Justin's accountant and hislawyer. The remainder were a mixed bunch. There were several names thatwere asian and ...ome that looked eastern European.The research kept me busy until my meeting with the psychiatrist. I haddecided to look as feminine as I could for our meeting. I wore my gaffto give me a smooth line in the crutch and wore my best embroideredstretchy jeans, they were a much better fit around my hips and waistnow. I could not wear the full corset. Mom had made herself comfortable on the couch. She had taken off her skirt and blouse and was now in her underwear. I put the bowl on the table and she scooted a little further and started sipping the hot, nourishing soup."My God! That is good soup. I needed that" she said slurping it.I watched my mother fondly. She was 48 with beautiful soft face, chubby cheeks, full lips and small nose. Her eyes were big and blue and you could see lines on her forehead and around her mouth. Her hair were dyed. “Yep.” I said quickly, not wanting to spoil this with thoughts of reality. “There’s plenty of time, honey, you want to take another shot on goal?” I chuckled at the soccer reference, but figured out quickly what she meant. I was feeling so relaxed, I probably would have let her just give me a sponge bath for the rest of the hour. I looked at her. She was not nearly as cute when her face was relaxed, having an almost serious, maybe even an angry look to it. Then she leaned her head up. I wanted to communicate, and for the first time I realized what those who study the living must experience all the time.I hesitated, not wanting to impose, but he beckoned me over with one hand while pulling out a water skin and a bundle from some secret pocket with the other. I was more than happy to oblige, and he smiled again, which made me smile. We sat there, both smiling at each other like idiots, me thinking about how beautiful his dark skin was and he thinking God knows what. Finally.