"I want you to try them on now" Trish replied with a tone not unlike a parent reprimanding a c***d, slowly she moved her hand off the girls. "Humour m...e." With no other choice and her hands trembling the girl picked up the new collar and placed it around her neck, the clasp made a loud clicking sound as it snapped shut. "Well I have to say blue really does suit Dixie, and it's just the right size too." Trish said with glee. The girl's eyes snapped upward at the sound of a loud metallic click.. We had only scratched the surface.Another thought that came to me and which I discussed with the two girls was keeping watch. Terry had found one bad person and we found today that there had been fight in the PX. We decided to keep watch at night and even during the day taking turns with the girls primarily responsible during the day because I had a good idea about what to search for. At night, it would be share and share alike. I had put my watch in my pack figuring it to be pretty useless. We. At eleven one night my phone rang. The nurse told me Ron was gone. I dressed and went over. I held Emma’s hand as the hospice people and the people from the coroner’s office took Ron away. They were gentle and ever so careful with him and with Emma’s heart. When they were gone Sandy looked in on us and saw that I was on duty. Beth came by, as did four or five others, but when they saw I was there, they went home. I sat on the couch and held Emma all night. At about three she fell asleep and I. She wasn't giving her body to get her son back. She wasn't reneging on self promises to regain her self respect. But she'd been lucky. A twist of fate and in a virtual instant her fortunes had changed. She got up from her bed wearing just a light gown. Hesitantly she walked down the hall, paused and with a deep breath knocked lightly."Yes?" May I come in?" Yes, come in." Amy opened the door. Charles was reclining in his bed reading. He put the book aside. "What is it?" Charles..", she looked.