I was right about it. He sure and hell lot is angry and annoyed with me. Duh! Who cares? Well, I honestly don't for your very own piece of information..."You don't seem to mind that you are late for work on your very first day, honey, do you?" Of course! How can he expect me to let slip from my memory something this crucial and important? Today will be my first day of work at The House of Hogan. And this is a fashion-correlated company functioning here in Rovich, Iceberg, that is relatively. "Where's my mommy and daddy?" Your mommy had to go away with your brother and sisters," I said, "and you hid out here so you could see the Pope when he came to visit your daddy. Your daddy's upstairs. He'll be okay."She took a long look at the Pope and then ran up to find her dad. The Pope just stared at me, tears running down his face."It's a miracle," he said."Yeah, maybe so," I agreed."Those Opus Christe scum —" he grew angry."I don't think so," I said, adding a belated "sir." "They would. Her eyes showed the extreme displeasure of her situation.Stephen stands there, next to the unmade bed. There is evidence that He spent the night, peacefully sleeping. Which angers her even more."You left me alone. You have never left me to sleep, like a dog, on the floor. And then, You have the nerve, to sleep? Here? In bed? While I was on the floor, did it even occur to You to even wake me up? To bring me next to Your side?!?"She rattled the words, quickly, in a steady, cold tone. Her chest. Slowly and reluctantly, I slip my fingers out of me, stand up on shaky legs, and clean off. I turn off the water, wrap myself in towel and robe, and go out to the living room to dry off a bit. Perhaps I will play a bit before you get here…. * Hours have passed. The phone rings. It’s you, telling me that you’re at the nearest interchange, and that means it’s time for me to dress. I’ve already laid out the pieces of the necessary attire: boots, stockings, bra, choker. I sit on the bed and bring.