Saito has battled a migraine all day. I’m sorry, Daphne. Can you come back on Monday?”“Actually,” Daphne insisted. “It’s kinda an emergenc....”“It’s okay, Ashley.” Dr. Saito droned from across the room. Finally showing life, she removed her glasses and gave her temples one last massage before getting down to business. “What can I do for you, Daphne?”“I don’t know how to say this, but--” Daphne made an uneasy sigh. “I want to leave Moringa.”“What?!?” Dr. Saito gasped. Suddenly, she forgot all. "I'll raise her as my own." If she survived and had no brother, and both of those chances were in the hand of God, then the babe would see a far happier future than she would have received as the daughter of her real mother.Michael could remember what he'd seen of the life of the peasants.At harvest time, the castle folk helped harvest and glean the lord's lands. There was a village through either gate, and the castle children gleaned together, one day in the upstream fields and the next day in. “The SEAL officer stabbed you? Why?”Nunez shook his head. “I don’t know. There’ve been some strange rumblings going on for a while now. Delta getting frozen out of missions we should be on. Rumors of an issue at DEVGRU***, and an odd preference from JSOC staff for personnel who aren’t Army. We thought it was the normal inter-service politics, what with a SEAL commanding general but this has gone beyond ordinary inter-service rivalry. Hell, we had an entire Troop of operators already staged in. Please don’t disappoint me.’ ‘Jesus,’ Gloria snarled, stalking off. ‘Don’t be so thin-skinned,’ her mom shouted. ‘You know I have confidence in you.’ Gloria showered and was amazed to find dried sexual fluids sticking around her thighs like a second skin. She recalled some of her girlfriends that their sex partners ended the big events with a miserable squirt. Perhaps she ought to farm out Buck to those women who wanted a drenching, um for a fee of course. She laughed and felt better. God her.