“Yeah, though I prefer to downplay those moments now.”“So what have you done for the past two years?”“Obviously, I’ve been in hiding, and ...or good reason. I’ve had several run-ins with rogue CIA operatives. They’re not particularly fond of me.”“I can understand why. You’ve crippled their once essential government institution.”Ignoring the topic as potentially touchy, Eric continued. “While traveling incognito, I did research in how to use my new skills to treat people. The energy I have access. “Uh oh, I think I know what that means.”“Mom?”“Tell me about your day yesterday.”“Well, I did some chores, and went out for coffee.”Her father walked in and interjected, “I saw the chores you did. Well half of them.”“Daddy!” Tricia hugged her father with joy and love. She felt different now, like more of an equal, but at the same time, still his little girl. Part of her wanted to share everything with him, and tell him how happy she was. She knew she couldn’t, but she could at least show him. Since she broke up with Damon, her long-term boyfriend, and moved into the cozy apartment she now called home, her social life had become practically non-existent. She loved not having to plan activities or dance to other people’s dictates. She had yet to become bored and missed nothing of her previous life, with the possible exception of the intimacy her randy ex was always ready for. Dreamily, her thoughts drifted to the enjoyment her body could provide—it was the main reason she had moved in. You can carry your ices with you." Ok Mom." Did you thank the man for the gift he gave you?" Yes, I did."Mom put the little doll in her purse, and picked up her packages. She asked me to carry the package with the green dress in it. I felt like everyone was watching me. They couldn't know that I was carrying a dress that I was expected to wear, could they? I didn't say anything else until we were out of the pizzeria and walking toward the toy store."Mom, I deliberately tried to talk like a.