This story will be shorter than most of my others.On Wednesday afternoon, I stopped into a convenience store to get milk. This store is also a gas sta...ion, and when I walked out, I saw a crying young woman rifling through her car. When I asked her what was wrong, she told me that she was almost out of gas. She was looking for her wallet with her credit card in it and realized that she had lost it. She told me that she had no cash on her and couldn't make it home.She was genuinely panic. I’d been hoping to put off this conversation for as long as possible. This typically tended to be the deal-breaker talk.“Good,” he said. “I don’t either.”What?“I-I thought you said you liked kids,” I stammered. He couldn’t be serious.“I like them, yeah. One could even say that I love them,” he said. “But I’m a surgeon, Celine. I don’t have time for a family. I wouldn’t want to be the kind of father that’s never around for his kids. That’s just not me.”“That’s a relief,” I said, sighing. “I. Eventually I went back to bed and slept soundly, very peaceful, and awoke refreshed, bright eyed and bushy tailed, the thought most prevalent on my mind was that I could now be considered a woman, even though my breasts were nothing more than a pair of swollen nipples, and I could still count the single pubic hairs on my cunt.I skipped from bed and went out into the living room. The house was quite and the men had left, and my father had slept on the divan with a blanket over him.I sat on the. .. mostly. Every three months a fifty-five gallon barrel arrived from Wales. It was a new barrel and it contained water drawn from Maes Gwenllian– the field of Gwenllian. It is there that a modern pool– also made of Cydweli stones– holds water from the spring which sprang from the ground at the spot where Gwenllian’s head first touched the ground after being struck from her body by the Norman leader, Maurice of London.Once the thirteen Sisters had formed a circle around the fountain, Laura.