I followed her down, only to find her sitting inside her little cat litter box dome, head facing out. Got a bit of a greeting, but she had no interest... in coming out or anything.We went out for breakfast and some shopping. The orange one was still in her cat box when we returned. She isn't saying anything, she's responsive, if kind of sluggish when greeted, but she isn't moving. Fortunately the vet operation runs 24/7, so if she worsens over the weekend we'll have someplace to take her.It kind. I found out that Nimule had grown from a thousand to five thousand refugees in a matter of weeks at the height of the fighting in South Sudan. The lull in fighting had encouraged some to go home and the camp was now down to three thousand.Those three thousand were the weakest, unable to travel from starvation or sickness or they realized that the war was far from over and there was nothing to go back to.I found out that the South African well company that put in the well at Nimule had been. She announced firmly that she wanted another baby, and she intended to have one! Hell, she finally wore me down, and I agreed to go along with her wishes.We had not made any secret from the children how babies were made, so they all knew the rudiments of the process, though we insisted that they hold off practicing with that knowledge until they reached the age of 15. Frankly, we were concerned for the health of the girls, but we wanted the whole thing to be as "fair" as possible, so we used. As he worked to finish, he felt hewas somehow paying for the sins of all slothful men everywhere.As he finished and came to his feet, she cozied up to her husband,wrinkled her nose and suggested he take a shower and join her in the den.She played him like a virtuoso, and he responded like a Stradivarius inher hands. When he returned, she was waiting for him in front of thetelevision.She had George sit next to her and started the DVD she had purchased atthe mall. It was a copy of last year's.