That was a little suspicious because we used to talk more often. She was a good-looking girl with good conversation power. That day, she had a little ...bad mood, I guess.Me: Hey, what happened?I held her shoulder and she shook a little.Rachana: No, nothing, nothing happened.Me: You are not looking good. Tell na, what happened?Rachana: Nothing happened. Why are you asking this in the first place?Me: Okay, I won’t bother you anymore, sorry.Then I went to the last corner bench and started playing. Icould now feel their weight tugging on my chest in spite of the halter-bra combination. It suddenly became clear there was no additional part ofthe outfit. This was it. The dress had an empire waist that wrappedaround just under my breasts and left my back totally bare except for theends of the halter straps which hung down about 3 inches from the knot.The rest of the material hung loosely in soft drapes and ended well abovemy knees. It seemed the hem was closer to my gaff than to my knees.. All the faculty and staff had been prepared with controls allowing for safe modification of their memories without fear of they later recalling them. Those controls were closer to my dad’s than Father Xavier’s methods, and it would be years before I realized why that was. (Wally learned those skills from his mentor Amos.) The controls had some interesting additions I recognized as Joey’s handiwork.Suzi scared the hell out of us when she called Joey’s pager from a payphone just outside of town. Pa and Sam worked the fields. I worked the house, raised the twins. Terry and Merry were my first loves. So little and frail, they mewed like kittens when I first remember them. Golden hair, blue eyes peeked above the blankets I swaddled them in. Blankets I had made from a tablecloth, the largest piece of cloth I could find that Pa would let me use. He said my efforts to keep them alive were a waste even beat me for it. He said I was slacking on the house and he wouldn’t stand for it. So I.