She had been sensitive to my feelings and recognized that I did not like the word and its connotations to me, and she had herself already found anothe... way to express the idea. How very mature and ladylike for her to handle it just so, I thought to myself. I was impressed. Thus, ‘fuck’ was withdrawn from my active vocabulary, once and for all. The morning was bright and sunny, but aside from being a beautiful day there was no cause whatever for us to rush about, and we dawdled away the morning. "I'm her baby sister," Rachael explained. "But now there's someone she likes even more than she likes me."Lissa didn't know what to think. Her emotions had been tossed back and forth throughout the conversation. She had been embarrassed, angry, surprised, and proud all in the space of about two minutes. Now, looking at the girl, she felt pity for her. It was true that Rachael was Allison's little sister, and now Lissa had, in a sense, come between them. She could understand the girl's jealousy;. My wife was dying, and I couldnt help her. I tried a third time, and a fourth time, to heal her. She cant die! She cant die! Please, please, please! I tried a fifth time, she grew weaker, her eyes closing, her breath shallowed. Dont die, Mare! Stay with me! Whats wrong? I looked up, hope surging through me. Sam was here, shed know what to do. The dagger, I cried, struggling to speak coherently. Shes dying! Save her, Sam! The Asian woman bent down, looking at the dagger. Theres a maker mark on. Finally satisfied that she looked her best under the circumstances, she made her way out of the restroom and settled on a booth in the rear of the bar, there were not many guys here tonight. Oh well, no matter, she could have a few drinks and hopefully, her power would be back on when she went back home. After a couple of drinks, she watched as the waitress appeared with another one, "Compliments of the man at the bar," she said as Carol tried to see who her benefactor was and he raised his.