Her books are still on the bookshelves. Her bed is only partially made just as she had left it the day she left for college. Perched amid the mess of ...illows, gazing back at her with sleepy, half-lidded eyes is... “Everything is the same,” her mother says. “Even Butterscotch is still right where you left him. You haven’t forgotten about him, have you?”“How could I?” Edith groans. “I tried to throw him away.”“Oh Edith,” her mother laughs. “You loved that rabbit. When you were a little girl, you. ‘I can’t talk about them! They are powerful men with connections. They could have me killed!’ ‘And you think we won’t kill you if you don’t tell us what we want to know?’ Pat asked. ‘Look, we’ve no interest in hurting you if we don’t have to. Unless you tell these people, they will never know where we got the information. So they will have no reason to kill you. We on the other hand have reason to make your dying very slow and painful if we don’t get the information we require.’ Again without. On the way back to my house I was absorbed with what I had just witnessed; will I ever be blessed like that, I wondered; will I ever feel the elation of holding my own child? A cold chill came over me as feared to answer.When I got back to the house I saw Jean through the patio doors, she turned when she heard me walk in; I could see she had showered but had on no make-up; her face was still a trifle puffy but she looked a little more like my wife than she did earlier. "Hello, Dalton," she said. ’ Taking a deep breath he said the words he’d been holding back, fearing she’d take them and flee, leaving him wounded in ways he didn’t think could be mended. ‘If you cant deal with this I understand, I’ll take you to the mission and get you back to where ever you want to go. Jessie said nothing for a long time, the sounds of Death and Fear chattering away in Latin almost deafening, even though they barely whispered. Finally she managed a soft, ‘Okay.’ She shrugged her shoulders and grabbed.