After all, even though her private domain was now shared with another creature, it wasn’t as if it were an actual human person. In a way, she was re...lieved that her new companion was a canine and not a human because she didn’t have to make silly conversation or try to civil or gracious or some other such foolishness that she generally hated to even contemplate.Her darkness was her domain and she used it like a cloak to cover up her emotions.On the outside, she was as calm as ever, but inside her. She said, "My nails? These are called French Tips. Why honey?" They're pretty!" I said. "Can I get mine done like you mom?" I asked."Thank you, but you know honey these are only for girls right?" shesaid.The woman working on my mom later pulled me to the side later that dayand said, "I'll do them for you sweetie." I never did get to take her upon the offer. That was sadly the last time my mom took me along withher. If only she could see me now sitting in the chair and getting allpampered. This. We talked and laid out a plan.On the agreed date, without any previous discussion, I told Meg that I’d hired a plumper to work on our furnace. She knew I’d said there was a problem, but we never discussed getting it repaired, so was surprised when I told her the appointment was this afternoon. At first she fussed some, until I said I’d come home for lunch and say until the plumper arrived. I knew Meg didn’t get dressed until after the kids were sent off to school, cleaned up the kitchen, and. Besides, when he comes home from these business trips, he always ravages me! Maybe I will set up a nice surprise for him when he gets home Monday night? Yes… I grin as I’m asked by Beatty who sits next to me what I am thinking of. I told her about my husband being away all weekend and that I planned to surprise him when he got home. She said, ‘Oh honey, you should enjoy yourself this weekend. Get yourself would up like a clock spring and let loose when he gets home!’ I said, ‘Well, maybe. I.