” She tapped a few keys. “Seven. Let's see, three of them are on local moves and the other four are on... Huh.” She frowned. “It's marked as, ...Special Project.'”“What does that mean?”The receptionist gave a helpless shrug.“Where are they going?”“No idea. The trucks have been blocked out for over a week. That means a cross country move. And four of them. That's so excessive. I'm not sure what's going on. I can ask Mr. Landon—”“Do not breathe a word of this to anyone,” I said, stroking her cheek.. " She looked at my eyebrows rising and she licked her lips. "She has a few scars from ... well I need you to if you want to get on with it!"I sighed. "But that's..." I started, but she slipped the padded cotton over my eyes."Don't be a baby," she warned as she led me into the second bedroom and pushed me against the bed. I groaned and cried out as I fell face first, but had to rely on my other senses as I tumbled in the unlit world.She giggled and my arms were pulled upwards. "What!" I cried as. .." Her voice trailed off asshe remembered just how much money Brian's company was making onroyalties from the organ-cloning process they'd patented. If Brian andLinda set their mind to this, cost would not be a factor.**********"How are you doing today, Brian?" the man asked, warmly clutching andshaking Brian's outstretched hand.Brian smiled, attempting to cover up his concern. "Just fine, Father." Well, then, I take it this is a social call if everything is justfine?" The older gentleman's. Diane placed the keys into Corrine's hand, then fell back a couple of steps. If Corrine wanted to take charge, Diane would not argue. Diane did not know what her own car looked like, or where she lived. She needed Corrine to begin teaching her about her new life.Corrine moved slowly between the parked cars, her motion a slow, steady waddle necessitated by her plump lower body and tall high heels. Diane was relieved that her former self had picked a pair of comfortable shoes that morning. Her.