" Abby said."Yea. We need to review how the union defines skilled vs. non skilled labor." Cindy said. "You have to admit, slicing a throat while missi...ng all the major nerves to is a skill." Yes, but it only counts while the subject is alive and conscious" Abby replied. "Mechanization has made that skill almost as obsolete as making Buggy whips."Later that night, when Helen and Carol had gone up to bed, Nancy asked Abby what she meant by "Social and Medical process"."Simple." Abby replied. "You. I didn’t think about it long because I was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. Morning arrived as it always does and as I lay looking out the little Motel window I felt quite refreshed and after having a shower, changing into a clean cute short summer dress I headed down to the Café for a much needed coffee. The site of the Patrol car put a knot in my tummy and as I entered the Café I could see Sheriff Jim, sitting there drinking coffee and reading the paper. He looked up from his paper. Mrs. Harper is being escorted up.’ Moments later security escorted her in. The photos of her didn’t do her justice. I could see where Samantha got her looks. Her whole being exuded an intriguing combination of power, poise and grace. I could also see why Mitchell Harper never strayed. She scanned the room and her smile came naturally to her as she opened her arms. ‘Francine McManus, it’s so nice to finally meet you.’ Bewildered by the situation Frankie’s manners automatically clicked in as she. She remembered reading about it in her school textbooks and from her father’s stories, when he had fought in the Unification War.It was small wonder that the two of them would be drawn to each other, the both of them having almost nothing of their families left. The same could be said for her, but at least she knew her parents growing up. Her mother’s gentle touch and her father’s stern, yet well meaning, demeanor.She remembered the look of pride on William McKenzie’s face, when she had joined.