Nothing else is allowed onpain of a demerit and he will do anything to avoid getting a demerit andeach phrase must be accompanied with a nice curtesy ...hich I must say heis now very good at.I feel like a queen, he waits on me, he pampers me, and I haven't lifteda finger in this house for months. I am all powerful in my own domain,when I come into a room he curtseys and with a wave of my hand hedisappears and when I feel really mean I will give him a demerit for notcompleting whatever task it was. She peered out of the window, but Bernie was long gone.'Well', she said and picked up the yoghurt, 'that nasty little man really does make good yoghurt', and she took another taste. I hoped she'd smell a rat and through it down the sink, but I heard the fridge open and close and i cursed her naivety. I wouldn't touch it with a barge pole!Sunday morning she had cereal with a huge helping of yoghurt, I expected the worst, but she was fine. Monday was the same and no I'll effects, my doubts began. My courage fails me when I look at her. The fact is that I have never loved before."There have been other women—but no, those were fleeting fancies—not even that: I don't even remember the past! Whereas Florence—! You must arrest her, Mazeroux. You must deliver me from her eyes. They burn into me like poison. If you don't deliver me I shall kill her as I killed Dolores—or else they will kill me—or—Oh, I don't know all the ideas that are driving me wild—!"You see, there's another man," he. One day, they would simply not bethere for each other. She was not worried about being alone, or finding a mate. There weresome things girls simply knew about themselves that gave them confidencebeyond their years. Shelly wore her mother's face, an exact likeness ofit. They were in fact, mirror images of each other from their heads totheir toes. The likeness was startling. Some years before, her mother had agreed to do an interview in New, NewYork and Shelly had gone with her to see what.