I may have had a 14-year-old body, but I had a 50-year old brain. I broke down in tears athome more than once as I struggled with my work. I began to ...think I washaving a nervous breakdown of some kind...but mom and my therapistreminded me I was a teen in body, if not in mind, and my body was goingthrough all the changes that come with those years. No, my breakdownwould be triggered by something else.Chapter 4: ScandalIt was all going well. Too well. I felt like I was adapting, but mytherapist. ”Helen just snorted, and Trudy shook her head. “Again, find somebody who gives a shit. You and Hiram need money. I’m willing to help out, but that means I’m calling the shots.”“You don’t have to be so crude, Mother!”“Yes, I must! Margaret, Hiram never gave me any respect. He’s been calling me a hippie dingbat and worse. Well, maybe I am. What I’m not is a thief. Your husband is. If it were just him, I’d leave him to rot. I’m only doing this for you, but make no mistake: I don’t like you much. Mistress Mimosa adjusted herself in her throne, crossing her right leg over her left.“Crawl to me, slave,” Mistress Mimosa ordered.I make no hesitation to heed the order from my mistress, my deepest desire to obey. Crawling along the cement floor is not a physically pleasant experience, but my body is at the service of my mistress. However it is made to feel it is in honor of my mistress.The crawl is not long as I stop just before my mistress, returning to my kneeling position with my hands on. Five minutes later another dragoon entered the dark stable. I clamped my hand over his mouth and pushed my broad bayonet though his body, carving his heart in half after I scraped through some ribs. He fell to his knees and then to his face with blood pouring from his mouth, and I tossed his carcass into a stall and covered it with straw.I looked though the dirty window and saw the other two cavalrymen sitting at a trestle table while the officer and his woman dined separately, wine in the tall.