I was standing at the sink and saw the car arrive.I had immediately yelled two words to dad, "They're here," and then I suggested to him that he not s...how any form of desperation, whatsoever.He followed my lead, and matter-of-factly offered the two of them some coffee which Celia accepted while Nick headed for his room. I left him alone.Since dad was desperate for the scoop, I knew the questions were better asked by me and I asked Celia if Nick's drunkenness was a problem.She leaned over and. It is the function of art to renew our perception. What we are familiar with we cease to see. The writer shakes up the familiar scene, and, as if by magic, we see a new meaning in it.There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic.I will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just watching images passing. He’d promised her he’d still give her what she needed, but he found new ways to satisfy her dark needs and his own. He picked up the new crop he had purchased and gave her a few terse smacks on her bare mound. Then he used the other end of the crop, which was a delightful, feathery ball, and teased her everywhere. He ran it slowly along the insides of her thighs, across her mound, up her tummy and around her beautiful breasts.“You know, you’re going to need to let me take the cages off soon so. Shelby had been there for hours. It had been hours since the call. It had been hours since I’d been to the bathroom.I got up on sleepy legs and headed for some relief.“Where are you going?” mom asked insistently.“The bathroom,” I said as I headed in that direction.Mom followed, and I could tell she waited just outside as I unleashed a long piss.“Are you OK?”“Am I OK? I’m just going to the bathroom,” I said in mild irritation.I finished up, washed my hands and looked at my reflection in the.