She and her mother were going to be at acharity garden party at ten, and I made sure I had my makeup and hairperfect for the day. On the way over I pi...cked up my new driverslicense, Social Security card, new checks, and passport. Then I droveto the huge garden party. Marianne was easy to spot, because, like hermother, she had a drink in her hand, even at this early hour in theday.Marianne was skinny, with tiny boobs and almost no butt, and her dresshung from her like she was a hanger. Her hat. Still walking she pulled out and two cigarettes, handing them to me. Knowing what she wanted, I stopped walking. Claire didn’t. I quickly lit both cigarettes, puffing them at the same time and coughing. I hurried to catch back up with Claire and handed her one, reluctantly sucking smoke from the other. She saw my lipstick on the filter and laughed before taking a drag. I had quit smoking more than fifteen years ago and I was feeling a little nauseous as we walked. “I love to look at your oh so. Which is exactly what happened.I was rambling out excuses for why I was late again. Elizabeth just stood there with a stern face and her hands on her hips, as I kept babbling and started stumbling through my words when I realized she was genuinely angry. She threw her arms in the air, shook her head and yelled “Enough!”, slapping me right in the face.I hadn’t been slapped like that in years, maybe even ever. Mom always had a temper, but she stopped slapping my face when I reached my teens and. Some of her systems operate with little or no input from her, but other systems, again such as her engines, must have detailed and almost constant... supervision. And she has different drive systems, which complicates things even more.“Multiply all that by the literally thousands of systems that one brain has to oversee, repair and calibrate, and you get the basic idea. Yet, we can’t help, because we don’t have the knowledge required even to oversee most of her systems, let alone diagnose the.