Because of the way the cat responded to the music that she played, might it just be possible that..? No, it was an absurd thought and she tried to pus... it out of her mind. But the idea, crazy as it was, niggled away at her. What if Tom had come back to her as a cat? It was of course absurd, but somehow the thought gave her hope, comfort and happiness… the possibility that her husband Tom was still with her. But then one day, about a month later, something happened that threatened to wreck her. Next, she tugged frantically atthe front eye catches of her foundation. That's why no corset tonight.She'd never have been able to get the damn thing off. The spiral wiredbra, satin underpants, she was naked!!No, not quite, one last thing. She tore off the intricately set black wigand sent it over too. The water was streaming down steadily. Joan used itto wash her face, clean it of the heavy make up she had worn. What washer fellow captive doing? He was so slim, so pale and he had big. We tried to get the federal license to do that, but for some reason the Transportation Safety Administration frowned on people carrying guns on airplanes. They had all sorts of rules about that! I would need to put my weapon in my checked luggage.Another time-consuming item was the preparation of the harbor and dock facilities, along with renovations and repairs to the fleet. Put more accurately, it was time for spring cleaning on the dock and the boat. In theory that was an all-hands-on-deck. They returned her salute, then floated out of the room without a sound. Seven paused in the doorway and turned back to look at her. [+++ conveying concern +++ [Open Query] Does {Faye Primary}require any additional assistance? [/End query]]She smiled at him and shook her head. “I’ll be fine. Thanks, Seven.”The robot inclined his head, then floated out into the corridor, letting the door shut behind him. Faye watched him leave, then returned her attention to the cleaning bot. She hooked up a data.