I was starting to get a little melancholy as I thought about how much I'd missed Lindie all the years she was gone.Then another shot from Michelle bro...ght me back. "Dad, do you want mom as your sex partner?"OH BOY! How do you answer a question like that? "Sure kid! I want to play like Bunnies with her." Nope, that was not a good answer. But that wasn't too far from the truth though.Again, I leaned toward the truth. "Yes, Honey. I do. I love mom very much. I always have. Always will."That's why. But obviously I didn't need milk,or anything else, and if one of the family thanked me -- which wouldrequire noticing me, or at least what I'd been doing -- I would havewept for joy. Still, maybe someone like me was the basis for thebrownie legends?After I'd been living there a week, I discovered something else: threespiral-bound notebooks containing Kaitlyn's diary. I didn't read them,though; that felt like a step too far.Christmas drew nearer, and the tree filled up with ornaments,. Even weird ones, need to learn their place.”I heard a saying once that I didn’t quite understand, then or afterwards. It was, ‘and the truth shall be made self-evident’. A garbling of part of the Declaration of Independence, I thought at first, or just some philosophical masturbation of some sort, I decided later. Now, I had decided, that the close we got to those big plant stalks, the less that they appeared to be vegetation of any sort. They were subtle, undulating and gyrating slowly in the. "There was a knock on the metal door to the Matmown and a junior officer walked in and whispered something to General Brooks. "My Lord, something is happening in Seattle."Jessica St. Pierre – City Hall, Seattle, WAI was exhausted.I don't think I've slept since the outbreak started, other than a few minutes dozing at my desk. The situation was horrible. The hospitals were crammed with sick and dying men with only a few overworked nurses and doctors – the few who were still coming to work – to.