. I'm sorry. I didn't mean that the way it sounded. You have to sleep too. I was just trying to say that it wasn't her fault, that's all." She looked ...chagrined. I kissed her, making her eyes light up."It's ok, Your Highness. I understand," I quipped, earning me a bruise on the other arm. But she laughed, and that was the objective. "You need to go tell Becky that. If you don't, I will, and I won't be nearly as nice about it as you will be." My frustration was showing through."Why would you not. She cried out in horror, "Who the fuck? Is thissome kind of joke?" She brushed her black hair out of her face. Feelingit was unusually long, she pulled at it, finding out the hard way itwas real."Fuck! Fuck, fuck, no! Take me back, take me back to bed," she screamedin the nurse's ear, panicked beyond belief, "do it now!" I am. I am," the nurse said, turning back toward the bed. As soon asthey were within proximity, Jane Doe collapsed onto the bed and, usingwhat little arm strength she had,. ’ The went together to see the twins, who were sleeping, taking their naps. They were lovely little girls, blond headed and developing, thirteen months old. ‘Beauties!’ she said. ‘Glad they don’t look like their Dad,’ was his comment, and they both laughed. He took her suitcase to the guest room at the end of the hall way. Then they went downstairs to talk about schedules and arrange things. They decided, in the course of their talk over coffee, that she’d work shifts that had her at home in. Most of their journey was beside the river. Andrea’s condo building was near the beach on the south side of the cove. They parked in an adjacent garage. Darren helped lug her groceries inside, down one hall, up the stairs and to the first door on the right. Her place was impeccable; wide windows with a view of the beach, marble counters and antique furniture. The whole place mirrored her personality perfectly.“Would you like a drink?” she asked from the kitchen as he wandered to the.