I yelled down: “Good morning Theresa”“Hello up there,” came the reply. As she gets to the kitchen, (that I can see from the office you might r...call), she’s wearing her now proverbial white T-shirt and jean shorts. Puttering around in the kitchen, she’s getting her cleaning stuff ready. I go down to the kitchen to get myself a cup of coffee and I feel the tension and notice she’s not even looking at me. “Oh shit,” I think, “this is the end, she’s not playing anymore, I can just feel it”. But as. I'll send Margaret to my sister in law, Mildred, in America. She lives in some God forsaken place called Peoria in the Providence of Illinois. I'll send her a telegram today.Margaret was an intelligent youngster. She was always at the top of her class in school in spite of moving from household to household as the hospitality of her cousins, aunt and uncles ran its course. Each place she stayed she was required to help with the household chores. Margaret didn't mind; it made her feel like part. ”“Show me.” I flicked off the power strip under my desk and my equipment, stereo, and desk lamp all went out. I made sure the bathroom door was closed and all the drapes were sealed before I flicked out the lamp over the painting on my wall. I slipped back into the bed from the end and crawled up her body until we were spooned together once again. Then I pulled a black sheet up over us. Not only did the room get dark, but with all my electronics turned off, it was silent as well.Even after our. Tim, he is shocked, and I am not sure if he is going to explode or run away. “Guys, this is me. I am one of them.”Jean gets up, and walks over to me. Her hand reaches out for my cheek, and she whispers “Di?” I nod, and take her other hand in mine. I slide my hand subtly so my thumb is pressing into her hand, our old “Thumbs Up” gesture. “Di!” she screams, and throws herself into my arms! She hugs me tight, and kisses my cheeks over and over again.“Di, you can see?”“Yes, it happened the Night of.