Last, but not least, there were the so-called “Sister Squad”: Claudia, Caroline, and Candice Adams, my blood half-sisters by my birth father, Clif...ord Macduff. Though there were plenty of kinswomen, legally, physically, and spiritually, in my commune of four hundred fourteen adults and older adolescents, there was something about my own biological sisters, of course, that was bound to have a unique impact on me. For one thing, Candice especially went out of her way to prove her abject. Wilson -- sort of. He'd been doing all the right things, but Nate was pretty amazed that he'd bother with all this shit -- even for his daughter! That unease communicated itself to Nora, but she understood. It wasn't as if Daddy had that long of a track record with HER... Three minutes later Charlotte's voice came over the intercom. "They're sending Mr. Matheson. Ten minutes." Mr. Matheson will arrive in ten minutes," Armand relayed. "If Nate wants, he can leave his car to the security detail. Marketingis important he thought. And the smell...wow, this stuff smells amazing!It smells even better than his leg lotion! With that, he proceeded towash his hair and condition it. His hair felt fantastic. He had neglectedhis hair in the past. It was shoulder length and he relished the "dirty"look. Somehow that did not interest him any longer. His bar of soap hadvanished as well only to be replaced by lavender scented body wash thatwas accompanied by a peach colored poofy looking thing.. He poured a cup and tried to decide what to do with the rest of his day.Scott walked to the nearby digital control panel recessed in the wall. The panels were located throughout the house and managed controls from building climate to lighting and entertainment, or security. He used it to activate the big screen in the living room.The early-morning light flooding through the windows made the screen difficult to see. He brought up the controls and the smart windows dimmed by thirty percent. They.