The automated toymaking machine was every bit the marvel it seemed when I had first seen it at age eleven. I had been afraid it would appear clunky an... dated, but it looked as modern as I could wish, just waiting to do my bidding. It appeared capable of manufacturing the most modern toys available, which is exactly what I needed.I walked around it twice, hoping it would be as easy to use as it was shown in the movie. It looked like it just might be. There was a large, friendly button on the. It is in a sort of way." Susan said reluctantly."It is none of his business, Sister. You should not even be thinking about that." About what?" Franco shouted. "Will someone please tell me what you're talking about." I'll tell you," Ellen offered, "but please don't think it has anything to do with the predicament we're in." Good," Franco said, shaking his head from confusion.And Sister Bernice launched into her explanation. "We told you we work in a hospice?" Yes." Well, not all of the patients. ” “No, I don’t know how much time I ha–”“Oh, Hondo,” she interrupts, “you’re always so fucking existential. Who knows how much time any of us have? Let’s not live in that fear, yes?”She pushes him to sit and straddles his waist. Her grey plaid skirt riding up to accommodate his legs. Her weight feels right, comfortable like she was meant to be there. Designed to be there. Another piece falling into place. There’s a silence between them and as his ears make their adjustment, the subtle sounds of. But she would committ fashion suicide if she just packed a random handful of clothes. She begins to pluck and pull any and everything from her closets. Opening and shutting dresser drawers. Surveying both shoe nooks and eventually decides to pack her whole damn jewelry collection. If all else fails, she can always wear a pair of diamond earrings and a smile. Wouldn’t be the first time. Exactly 15 minutes later, Jay is letting himself in with his copy of the apt key.“Taryn! It’s me! I’m here!”.