The portions were small and some of them he did noteven recognize as food."Who ever heard of putting Pansies in a salad," he asked himself afterwatchi...g Mz. Nelson picking the flower petal out of her salad andapparently enjoying its flavor. To him it tasted kinda perfumery but ashungry as he was swallowed with gusto. Fortunately for him Carol justpicked at his meal and did not mind Edward helping himself to hisplate.Mary did not miss Mz. Nelson's look of disapproval at her children'stable. Isabella is gone.And then, she is everywhere.And then her essence is quickly yanked back together, rushing, compressing. She sees worlds along the way. Hears conversations in a trillion and two different languages. Tastes a quadrillion sunrises and touches infinite matter.She feels everything, every vibration of every atom that ever did or would exist.And then, it is quiet. She tries to relax, knowing she’ll be able to see once she does.She focuses on becoming something tangible. Feels the way. I watched from the den window as she backed out the driveway and drove off. Wow I thought to myself. It was almost four hours before she came home. She came in and sat her purse down and crossed in front of me headed to the kitchen. I jumped up and walked in behind her, well , I said. Well what she answered me back. You know what I said. She took a beer from the fridge and as she opened it she looked at me and said you'll have ask . Then she put the bottle to her lips. OK, OK, I said, well did. I might have been a normal heterosexual man but I wasn't anymore. Notnormal, not a man, not any more, not dressed like this.What had she bought me?Wow a designer handbag! That must have set her back. Before I knewwhat I was doing I had kissed her on the cheek.What else?Wow a beautiful necklace and a tiara!Jane came over and helped me to put them on."Now your date is waiting downstairs for you my little Princess." Janesaid slapping my panty clad ass under my skirt. I was sure this couldbe.