Ha! Imagine me being any kind of angel.Sometimes I imagine that's why I don't want to eat. Like if I getthinner and thinner, I'll become less attached... to the earth, to itsgrossness, its meatiness, and instead I'll hover in-between, more likean angel, more ethereal and pure. Does that make any sense? There's aconnection here somewhere, not that I can make it any clearer. I suddenly remember the day-old cookie in my pocket that the old lady atthe Blue Cat gave me. I haven't had a thing to eat. Where am I? He had no feeling of chest or throat, no corporal response to guide his effort as he tried to form words and push them from his mouth. They just echoed in his mind each time he tried to speak them. Then they throbbed into a primal scream that dropped into a black abyss. Then he tried to shrug and stretch. His terror was renewed when commands to his limbs seemed to dribble off the end of an old wooden pier into an ocean of nothingness. There were no reassuring responses from his. I tried to walk to the bath room but I was so shakythat I tottered and almost fell. The boys carried me in and closed the door. I took along hot shower and felt much better. I was surprised that I wasvery hungry because it was only midnight. I slipped on a filmy negligee, Iwould have preferred my thick and comfy bath robe, but after all, we had guestsin the house and another rule is that the women must display their bodies onslave night. I looked in on the girls. Both were still tied to their. From a slate grey sky the fine rain drizzled down on the campus, freezing instantly as it hit the ground. Pretty as the coating of crystalline shimmering black ice looked, it wasn’t making life easy for those attempting to walk out there. Ellen Sanders hated ice rain. She turned to place her crutches against the wall and slid her bag off her back. She opened the small red and blue zipper that gave access to the side-pocket where she kept her cell phone. Ellen leaned against the wall and looked.