,” she tried not to cry again, but she couldn’t finish her statement.“He what? Should I get Mrs. Dubsky or Mrs. Mancuso?” I pressed the matter...“He would ... cut me off food. He does it now and then, to save resources and also to punish concubines. He doesn’t do it too often, for fear of it being obvious, but he does it once in awhile. He ... also,” the girl shuddered as she revealed a shocking secret.“He ... what? Is it what you were crying about?” I insisted.“He calls them, ‘accidents,’ but. But the interesting bit was my own internal reaction.Jealousy would make sense, wouldn’t it? It wouldn’t make good sense, but it would make sense. Despite the fact that I was regularly subbing for this man, we hadn’t established any kind of relationship. But we shared pretty intense moments. So it would have been an understandable emotion, one that would hurt like hell, but one I would expect from my younger mind.As it was, when he walked away, I didn’t feel that. I shivered for a moment,. He waseven prouder that not a single man broke ranks and ran. It was just aswell; there were marksmen outside the field to stop the escape of any manwho did run."The effect will begin in about ten seconds," Xaochien said."Just enough time," the General said. Before Xaochien could move, theGeneral leapt off the platform and ran onto the field. "See you in twentyyears, Doctor," he yelled, as he ran out to join his command.Xaochien didn't know what to do. How could he explain the loss of. Donna is coming by.”“Are you going somewhere?” I asked trying to figure things out.“No.” was all she said.Just then Donna pulled up into our little driveway. We all met at the door, exchanged hellos and hugs. Donna came inside and my wife said to her, “I’ve got a book I need to finish so I’ll just be out on the deck if you need anything.” Then she turned to me and said, “You do whatever she says! Do you understand?”“Yes,” was all I could manage to say.My wife went out on the deck to read. .