She answered, "You would be OK with it but the best spaghetti sauce is one you make at home." I smiled back, "I don't think I could make any that woul... be edible."They had both stepped closer and were beginning to show the affects of being near me and the Treatment. The white girl had long brown hair that was pulled back in a ponytail and bound with a jeweled clip. Her taut tummy showed beneath the halter top was quivering occasionally as she reacted strongly. Her black friend was wearing jeans. Once I was inside, I still saw people browsing housewares and bedding. It occurred to me that most of the people on their way out had come from the escalator leading to apparel, and when another woman nearly broke her ankle coming down the moving stairs, a couple of the docile shoppers on this floor turned again to see what the disturbance was.It was about now that a woman with a red polo and khaki pants came up to me, holding a radio."Sir, we're closed," she said. "I'm sorry, but there's an. Mostly it’s been language lessons, him learning and me teaching. I’ve tried to pick up a little of whatever the hell he speaks, but he’s so damn quick he makes a mockery of my poor efforts.But he doesn’t seem to know anything at all on his own. He’s a young guy, maybe mid-twenties or so, but in a way he’s like a newborn, having to learn everything around him.Where in the name of God has he been all his life?He watched me fix dinner that first night as though he’d never seen a stove, a. " I know I felt it too." Loren moaned feeling an all encompassing fire growing in her entire body, angling the babysitter around again to steer her with down the hall toward her bedroom. "Come on, we’ll have to make sure not to wake up Tatum"Alex walked confidently backwards in her familiar surroundings amazed at how safe she felt with Loren guiding her. She gazed up into her eyes with unequivocal faith. She explicitly trusted that this mother had her…would not let her stumble. When she felt.