“Of course I do, Stacey,” I rasped the excitement building up, inexorably. I licked my dry lips.“But first,” I went on, my heart thudding with...excitement, “I want you to tell me about the worst – the nastiest – thing you ever did, with him.”Stacey’s hand slowed as she stared away again, as thought troubled by the memories that flew into her head.“The nastiest thing was probably ……” Her voice trailed away as she bit her lip, as if the old feelings of guilt were welling up inside her.“Go on,” I. I’m not above learning the associations of other religions. After all, we all believe in a superior being, no matter who it is,” he explained.“I have the nurses call me when a serious surgery is taking place and there is family present.”“We’re not Catholic Father, we’re Anglican,” Vicky mentioned.“That’s okay my child, I won’t hold it against you, even though I’m retired from regular clergy duties,” he grinned. “It’s unusual for the donor and recipient parents to have met before the operation. ”Grabbing her curly red hair, she removed a wig, displaying a practically bald head with just a few wisps of blondish, silver hair…she was a cancer survivor...or patient; I wasn’t sure which and I wasn’t going to ask. I could tell she was nervous, standing there with a look on her face as if awaiting my judgment. I immediately went to her, cupping her face in my hands, “You’re the very same person you were a few minutes ago and just as beautiful.” She instantly kissed me, pushing her tongue. “The last couple of days have been extraordinary, and I suspect it had a lot to do with the two of you, so ‘Merry Christmas’ from your mother and me. She told me that money would be better than anything either of us could pick out for either of you.”“Oh, Daddy!” Sarah said, giving him a hug, “Thank you!”I simply gave him a big hug – I swear I saw a tear in his eye!He said good-bye, and left. I turned on the computer and printer and turned the sign to say, ‘We’re Open.’We got right to work,.