Tim calls to Abbie, who is upstairs. He climbs the stairs and is confronted with his small room in front of him. The door is opened wide, and he see...s that Abbie has added the hairbrush he has used on her for discipline sitting next to the one he took from his mother’s dresser. Everything is unpacked as much as able to for now. After Les leaves, Tim and Abbie have a bite to eat. They are both aching for an interlude about now. They hadn’t played this morning, and yesterday feels so far. "Nothing in the room could shake the young man from his torpor. The feeling began even before he registered as a guest at the reception area. The sight of the glass and brick structure, the giant round sign with a white 'H' on a green background, the alabaster statue of a hooded man with outstretched arms on the lawn, and the burst of an ambulance siren by the emergency entrance, all were enough to make him wish he hadn't come to visit the old woman.Then, inside, the odour of the institutional. "First off, in my house you will call me Mistress Margot or just Mistress. Do you understand?" "Yes, Mistress," he replied, holding my gaze. "You will present yourself within five minutes af Miss Marlene leaving for work. That will put you here by 7:15a.m. Monday thru Friday. Do you understand?" I'd rehearsed this speach may times in the last two days. "Yes, Mistress," he repied, continuing to hold my stare. I understood that I shouldn't let a slave hold eye-contact. He did so. We were going to leave one plow here. Jake and Dad with Jason would each drive one. We would take two Suburbans to carry all us girls following the two plows.Vicky had finally gotten through to Bridge Authority; one lane on each bridge was open for emergency vehicles and plows transitioning to the western shore.301 was no better - barely one lane open with all the drifting snow and the wind was picking up. The state was working hard to keep the road open for utility trucks and those mandatory.