’ ‘Pain is for the night, Miss Greta. Pain is your pleasure, you need to give it.’ This seemed to please her because she curled her fingers deep... inside me as if they had clenched at the thought of my tears. ‘Tears are given willingly if they make this wetter.’ I curled my fingers as hers had. And then her head went back and she began a soft growling noise that grew and grew into that same elemental scream she had emitted the first time in the room above Lise’s Bar. When she had calmed she. [Is this something I need to worry about Aryschanne?] He asked. [I can advance my plans if I have too.]Athani felt warmth rush through her at his words and the name he called her. He had told her a little of his plans earlier, only saying that it was best if he kept the majority of it from her to protect her. [I can handle my sister Resumar. As long as I know that I have your love.][That is not something you have to question Aryschanne. I promise you.] Resumar answered.[When will we be alone. This leads to a crowding of the lungs. In his case it appeared he had no lungs. In-utero he was fine and quite lively. It was when he was born and attempted his first breath would he be touched by struggle. So touched by the news of this probable loss we grieved even before he was born. For two weeks we cried and tried to console ourselves thinking we had lost everything. Then amazingly we stopped crying. The week the doctors wanted to induce labor he, my son, had his own plans. Natural labor. Jack Houston, or three-finger Jack if you prefer, is gone."It was a pointless argument and I knew it. I drank my tea down and listened while she rambled on in a bubbling manner about what we were going to do today. There was a social church picnic this afternoon that I was going to attend, as well as a scheduled meeting with Reverend Cupler. I wasn't looking forward to either one of them. Terry pulled out a lovely, light green silk dress that we had picked up yesterday and helped me out of bed..