I was being quiet and working in my home office. I happened to have the lights off, using only the computer screen where I was cleaning up some accumu...ated emails and paying bills.To my surprise, I glanced up the hallway outside my home office just as Don Edwards, Marjorie’s father, tiptoed out of the media room where he was sleeping and crept up the stairs to the second floor. He was definitely being secretive. I was curious, so I followed him also on tiptoe, staying in the shadows. In full. See what I mean about the attitude of her squad? Could you picture most cheerleading squads tolerating an outsider like me? I never felt like a hanger-on or some sort of mascot. The squad was a great group of girls and I became close to all of them.This stretched over into our personal lives as well. Of course, Julia had her pick of guys, only she rarely did. Oh, she dated, but she never seemed to get serious about anyone unlike most high school girls, myself included. She rarely dated anyone a. I sat in my room with my laptop open and my phone ready, not sure how Zoe would reach out to me. I opened the Zit webpage: it was still running, it seemed. Zoe had given it a makeover.At 9pm sharp Zit dinged. Did I want to accept an incoming video call from Z? This was new. She’d obviously added video calls to Zit now. Damn I hadn’t expected that, and my room was a mess. My room was worse than a mess: it was a pigsty. Worse, _I_ was a mess. I was an scruffy unshaven mess. Oh well, not much to. . well, her personality and memories...Oh shit."Is the overheating a problem involving your wetbrain, your human brain?" [yes the wetbrain in this body is very difficult to synch to proper obedience and personality this dollbrain must constantly write new memories and insert thoughts]" How long has your dollbrain been running?" [since six point two six four three three hours before present]"Okay what.Amelia was most definitely not a new doll. Miranda had memories going back years of serving the.