"Although I do havean idea. By the way, can you alter some of the properties of thesenanobots? To make it so the host doesn't become an absolute drone..." Absolutely," Lucy breathed. "What are you thinking?" I don't want to say it just yet," Felix said slowly, "but let's just sayit might come in handy for the near future."***A couple hours after being discharged from the hospital Lucy rolled Felixout of the ICU doors in a wheelchair, towards Melissa's waiting car. Shewas parked in a more secluded. Yes, life was good and that silly littleEnglish girl would pay for my staying in luxurious comfort for another coupleof years in this Mediterranean paradise. I sat back in the shade, sipped my drink, and thought abouthow stupid – and unknowingly generous - she had been, `my` young Julie. It was the time of day I liked the best and I sat out onthe patio beneath the canopy of vines and sipped my sweet wine. The smellsof the Mediterranean evening wafted around me, propelled by the gentle. Of course he was supposed to see that the guests had anything that they wanted but he couldn't help but think his supervisor might think he'd been enjoying himself in the process. It had possibly been one of his most humiliating experiences ever but now he was more worried that his stained knickers might end up with him being punished for it as well. Then he saw Effie and Coral. Luckily he managed to avoid them without being noticed.Effie and Coral waited as he pushed the trolley towards them.. Lissa, Melody, Bree, and Whitney got back from London on Sunday afternoon and we spent a week recovering.For me, that meant painting. Kate and I went to the studio. I’d focused so much on racquetball in July that I felt I was months behind in producing the paintings for my show in December. I was finally happy with the sketch of Bacchanalia and was ready to start painting it. The suite of paintings that would go with it was a challenge, but my models all seemed to be happy to come in for a day.