"Allison had to grin and shake her head at these words from her granddaughter. She figured the girl was incorrigible, and it was funny--even understan...able in this environment."Now, let's get this breakfast ready. I already called Soroya to tell them we would be ready in about a half hour. I baked biscuits to go with the eggs and bacon. You stir those sliced potatoes so they don't burn. I want them browned, not burned."Amy came in and asked what she could do to help. Allison asked her to get. I'll never hurt you." So she submitted. After all this we went home, butnot until I told the therapist that I still wanted my usual appointmentnext week. I think he might have been surprised.All the way home Francine wanted to know what I had done, but I wouldn'ttell her. I just said to wait until we were home. I made her sit down andgot her a drink and then began. "Darling, I asked the therapist to put me under and get me to tell himwhat I really wanted. He assured me that my sub-conscious. Besides, I've got to get out of here for awhile, got to get some fresh, clean air... but she wasn't at all sure whether or not she would be permitted to leave the house.When she was completely dressed and freshened, she went downstairs hesitantly, hoping that no one would hear her and she would be able to get out unnoticed.She was just about at the door when a voice bellowed, "Just where go you think you're going?" It was Price and he was standing in a doorway a few feet from the door."I just. I rarely heard that term spoken among field operatives. Fieldduties are lonely occupations. Agents are so busy immersing themselvesin their disguises, mingling with the targets, it was easy to forgetthat we are not the only impersonators around.That we're a part of a big secret family of pretenders.Which reminded me of my "current family". Bruce Goldman a.k.a. Dad a.k.aVirginia Mendez, our team leader and our beloved point man: Ronny ChoasMiranda Goldman or simply, mom.I guess Ron could not.