Pia and Wendy suddenly came and asked to do a sleepover at one of Wendy's friends."That was neatly arranged, don't you think, Daveed?" Am I missing so...mething?" Oh come on, I know you are smarter than you are pretending to be. I wanted to talk. I haven't had the chance to be alone with you. We have been playing all day and I need a shower. Would you wash my back, Daveed?"I looked at this lovely creature with wonder. Speechless, I followed her into the shower. It was sometime later when I led her. “Good. Life is good. I can’t complain,” Ric replied.Things had been so natural between them before, was this how it would be from now on? Awkward chance encounters where conversation seemed unnatural?“Congratulations with the band,” Jennifer said. “I was always your biggest supporter. I was sorry to hear about Bobby’s passing.”Ric smiled ruefully. “A lot of people weren’t. By the end of it Bobby had turned into this dark and sinister person. He hurt a lot of people and put them through a lot.. She seemed particularly interested in the artwork — oil paintings, etchings, photographs — and commented on one in particular. ‘I love this painting,’ she said loudly, so I could hear her in my small kitchen, and I stuck my head out to see what she was looking at. ‘Oh thanks, that’s one of mine,’ I said. It was a large Cape Cod beach scene, a figurative portrait of a couple standing on a vast open beach, the kind of thing I do for a living. ‘You’re an artist?’ she asked, clearly intrigued.. ..Only sometimes...There was no pain at all.And he called those days "Good" - and the others he called "Bad." Forhe dwelt in a world of opposites and it came naturally to him to divide things into categories like black and white, positive and negative,long and short, male and female; and to express a preference for oneaspect over another. And to the things that gave him pleasurablesensations he gave the designation "Good" - while the things that gavehim no pleasure he labeled "Bad". And he.