After a few seconds of silence, a hesitant, “...Quinn?” met my ears.Oh, right. “Hello, Taylor. How can I help you?”“Hey. So, I’m like, fre...king out. The test is tomorrow, right?”“I believe so. For Data Management, right?”“Yeah. But, like, I still don’t know how to do combinations, and Mrs. Li wouldn’t give me an extension! What do I do?”I sighed exasperatedly. I would have helped her out today, but I had the shift. “Um, we could try tomorrow at lunch…”“We both know that’s not gonna work,” she. He has been gone for too long, and I need someone to help me, please. I told her that if her mom wanted me to take over for him, then I would. But I had to hear that from her.Alright she said and crawled back out of bed. Cindy came into the room after her daughter left. She tried to get you to have sex with her, didn’t she. Yes I told her, and I told her no. Unless you told me other wise. It would have been okay, she misses her father, and you are the first man I have had over since he died.. But for Madge it wasstandard issue, the look of the day. Her look, dress and her mannerismscommanded a feminine authority that is rarely seen in women these days. Madge wasn't a modern woman and wasn't macho, she wasn't a "tough chick"and unlike today's women knew she couldn't compete on a mans physicallevel. But she knew that she didn't have to because she was an oldfashioned lady! It harkened back to yesteryear when women had the powerto make men trip over their own feet and stumble for words. After all, I spent 12 years in the same kind of slavery as ya did, soz I know what it's like. Jus' be happy that ya're now among friends an' try to fergit all the grief ya went through afore ya found us." OK, I'll try, but I still want ya ta know how grateful I am." Cissiee smiled and hugged Abigail to show she meant what she had said.They got back to the camp and Abigail told John what had happened. He congratulated them on their escape and retribution, but wished that the two women he cared.