He lookedinto the toilet bowl and wasn't sure if it had been flushed or not sinceits last use. Anson tried to point that out but his face was pushedi...to the water. He struggled but was too weak to fight back. Theydunked his head several times but didn't give him a chance to rub offthe offending message. Then, while he was still submerged, they flushedthe bowl. At last he was dragged backwards, fell onto his sore bottom,and sat there with water running down onto his clothes.He tried to say. “Could I get some more of that lovely juice?” she asked and I knew it would be difficult standing up, “If you like I will have a quick look at the top of your cupboards, they always get missed” she continued and stood up offering me her hand to help me up off my chair, we walked out into the kitchen and as I poured her drink she pulled up a chair to the counter, “I hope I don’t fall” she said with a giggle as she stepped up on the chair, “Could you steady me please Frank?” she asked and I stood. She heaved a heavy sigh. I was being indulged. “IN much the same fashion that you and Dad like each other...”At that point in the conversation, I thought that I suffered both massive cardiac arrest and the rupture of a brain aneurism.“WHAT?!?!?”“Mooo-ooommmmm!” Two syllables.“Are you and Derek doing things?!?”First expression to cross her face was horror. “Noooooo!” Second was like she was explaining things to one of the Community babies. “We hold hands, Mom. We have kissed. EVERYBODY KNOWS. A dark horse & rider clomps up next to me, I look up at the rider, he is partially hidden under his dark leather hood, he has a black bow strung across his back, at his hip is slender sword with a distinctive black pearl ornately bound into the hilt… Yaegar, I think to myself, “glad your back old friend” I say to him.. He says nothing, he rarely does, I ignore his silence & continue “take whomever you need to help, go into the surrounding wood land, map out any locations for food traps, wood.