The last thing I needed was the police on my tail. The only weapon I had was the old police baton. If appropriately used, it would be as lethal as any...weapon.With my injury healing on my face, I was more comfortable going out during the day. A light curved line ran down my cheek. The cut will always show unless I have plastic surgery.Father Petrou and I had many errands to run before Christmas. After my confession, about the money, I had left under the bible. We sat in his office and talked.He. “Stop,” Miranda said when it was a few feet away. The woman stopped obediently, standing still and blank-faced.Miranda came closer, inspecting the doll with pride. The woman was her splitting image! Other than their clothes, they were identical in every way. Grown from her own genetic material, and altered to match her appearance exactly, there would be no way for anyone to distinguish between the two of them without talking to them. And Miranda had no intention of letting anyone do. We chatted for an hour or so sitting on the lower bunk which had already had the bedding placed on it. A then asked if it was alright if he went to find his friend. I had no objection although i would have liked his company so off he went and i locked the door after him. I changed out of my clothes had a wash i the basin and put on my bathrobe. I was sitting reading my book when there was a knock on the door and a called for me to open it. I got up and opened the door he popped his head round. ’ She hesitated, ‘Jeff, the lights are on.’ ~~~~~ ‘ . . . So we believe once the swelling goes down, your sight will return. I’m sorry but there are no guarantees.’ Jeff laid there in shock as he listened to the doctor trying to sound encouraging without promising anything. The hit he took in the head from the pipe had given him a concussion. It had caused hemorrhaging and swelling that was putting pressure against his optic nerve. The temporary part was what scared him, nobody was sure if it.