CareBear: Yes, but everyone is entitled to forgiveness, whatever they’ve done. KillerBitch: I don’t want forgiveness. CareBear: Don’t confuse fo...giving with forgetting. People may not forget what you’ve done but they can forgive it. KillerBitch: What are you saying? CareBear: No-one can hold on to their anger forever. It will just destroy you. Whatever you may have done, I’m sure that there are people who care about you and they don’t feel angry with you any more. KillerBitch: But they should.. I did manage to get some good sleep, and I awoke to Tara giving me a sponge bath, my hands still bound, and a collar around my neck chained to the rails behind me, I was still a captive with no options. Tara was being much more gentle to me this morning, even feeding me breakfast, brushing my teeth, and putting me in a nice robe after my bath. After feeding me and cleaning me up Tara lead me like a dog with that chain to a bedroom and chained me to the wall, but did let me lay on the bed, she. .... what skill the cook has!" Jane exclaimed as the hibachiexperience was quite exciting. What flare, what speed as the cook workedquickly, preparing the food."Oh, mom, you just got a salad with grilled meat?" Marc remarked. Dianasighed and retorted, "Well, I am on a diet, need to watch my figure....besides I have tried this already....what you get, Jane?" Diana asked asshe nibbled on her salad greens. "Ah well, the chicken and shrimpoption." Jane replied back as she saw the cook scooped up. It was at once the glow of moonlight shining down upon her and a warm coal within her. It was something that made magical the flicker of candlelight and the soft rustle of leaves in a gentle breeze. It was something that made sacred all the mundane acts that make up a life. That had made up her life. But, the last 2 years and the disappointments which had come with it had robbed the world of some of its beauty, had robbed her heart of some of the magic which once resided there. While she had.