"But let's face it, that's all only if any of your lies and bullshit about how powerful you are were actually true. But it's not true. None of your bu...llshit has ever been true. Nor will it ever be true. It's all just complete and utter nonsense. Every word that comes out of your lying mouth is really just a pathetic, whiny excuse for your complete and total impotence, incompetence, and insecurity. You're not God. You're not a god. You're not all powerful. You're just a pathetic failure, who. Collins! What a surprise!" exclaimed Susan."Miss Perkins," greeted Lacey stiffly."I wasn't expecting you today. How are you?"Ignoring the latter part of the question, Lacey said, "Yes, I know I'm not supposed to be here until tomorrow, but I was hoping you'd have a few minutes to meet with me."She didn't know Lacey all that well, but they were on friendlier terms than this was starting out, and something dropped in the pit of Susan's stomach. It was similar to that pleasant jump when one is. B. Schatz Construction shriek his name. Now, several years after exchanging vows for better or for worse, Wanda stood frozen in the kitchen where chef-quality dinners had grown cold on too many nights. There she remained as stiff as a cadaver, heavy with burden, a half-hour after learning the news that he and she were expecting an unplanned baby. Wanda snatched the flimsy curtains from the tension rod and sank down to the linoleum floor until she was in the fetal position, the lace panels. "Yes, all of them," Dad answered."Could they show us how to create them?" she asked."You don't have anyone powerful enough," Dad told her."Not powerful enough!!" she demanded indignantly."NO, not even I am powerful enough nor are my daughters," Dad told her."But you gained entrance to our Realm so easily before," she said not understanding."Yes," Dad admitted, "Your wards weren't that strong. The entire Boston Council tried three times to crash my Son's wards and failed. My Sons and their Wives.