Every morning I looked at the calendar and saw that Molly had crossed off the days. She sure was a sweetie. Chris told me one morning that my brother ...ill and his family were all going as well as Sharon, Ryan and RJ. Of course, mom and dad, and Sue’s family planned to go also. I figured out the number of adults and children going so I could order the tickets. I would be getting them at a small group discount. We had some other relatives who said they might be there but were going to just buy. .. you seriously haven't talked to anyone else in the last two days?" Well ... No. I didn't know I was supposed to. I really don't even see anyone else, actually, except when the guards bring me food, or come in and hose me off." WHAT??" Well, I get hungry. Every time I wake up, that is, I feel pretty hungry. And I must get pretty ripe after a while, too. There's a toilet over in the corner I can go use, you know, whenever I need to, but no sink or shower or anything."No, not that, I meant the. So we finalised the time at 2am and went back home. I also asked her to come 5-10 minutes in advance to avoid unnecessary tension and also told her that I will keep the main door unlocked so that she could come out without making any noise. She agreed and went inside home to look after other work. I could not divert myself from the exitement and kept waiting for midnight.As it struck 1:30am I was off. I carefully opened the main door and left it in an almost shut condition for her to come out.. “Now stay, stool.” My body shuddered a little at the indignity I felt as she rested her feet on my back, before casually returning to conversing with her guests, as if I were just a piece of furniture. They talked for a long while, an hour, maybe two. It was strange, to hear them talking such normal talk of life, catching up as old friends are want to do, while I lay there as my owner's footstool. In my imposed, immobile silence, I had plenty of time for my inner conflicts to rage. Part of me.