It was an energy that fed me, like the Light could feed me. I had always kept myself shielded from its full effect in the past, just as I usually kept...myself from people's minds and thoughts. This was something very different though. Nothing I'd learned in Soul Diver school, or from anyone in the family either on Arbor or anywhere else, had suggested that the emotions of others could be an energy source.This was something new. Something not a part of my legacy as a McKesson. Those who lived. "Living with their father. Shelley would have hated that, but I had no authority to keep them."Below that was another photo of Shelley wearing hunter camoflage and holding the antlers of a whitetail deer with a bow and arrows leaning against it."Even though we knew she was dying, we got married and all four of us lived here while we built the house. We only lived in it for one year."I was surprised that he was opening up to me, but I chalked it up to nervousness about what to do next. I decided. As soon as her shorts hit the floor, she asked, as if she wanted to get this done as soon as possible, ‘So where are we going to do this?’ ‘Hold on, I want to see your tattoos,’ I said. I circled her body and noticed eight tattoos – not an extremely large number, but all of them were pretty big and looked very professionally done. Most seemed to have comic book influence. After about a minute, I decided that it was time to see, and worship, the two things that I was craving – her soles. ‘Sit. .. but you keep your eye on me" she said.I made us a couple of ham and salad sandwiches and I sat with her as she steered 'Ratty'. I explained about the sisterhood and told her that Jessie would warn the girls off, so there was no cause for concern. I told her about Bessie and the pub but I didn't tell her about my part in rescuing it from the developer, I'm kinda shy about blowing my own trumpet.I spelled Gai at the wheel while she made us a cup of coffee (decaf) Yuk, but doc's orders so I.