I stopped eating, stopped doing really anything until my daughter came back from her grandparents house one evening. She went to visit them in the sum...mer; my wife died while she was gone. My parents already explained how "Mommy drank too much apple juice one night, and she went into the wrong side of the road, and was hit by a big truck. But she is with the angels now," they told her. "She was in a happier place." And she beilieved it. Economy was rough, society was brutal; I could hardly take. “Maybe just some food,” he said, closing his eyes for a moment and luxuriating in the feeling of being satiated.“I guess I’ll have to watch out tomorrow, then,” she said. She reached into a cabinet, pulled out a larger plastic container, and started shoveling the remaining contents of the wok into it.“What’s tomorrow?”“Well, I was thinking I’d try making that lobster mac and cheese I had on Monday with Tiff. And since I don’t know if Mom’s going to be around to taste test, I was thinking maybe. You forgot something. You forgot that you’re wearing a bulky pullover sweater over your shirt. The thick warm dark blue one. It was OK before, but it’s too warm for in here. When I wake you up, you will begin to feel yourself getting overheated and you want to take off your sweater. It’s a bit tight so you will ask your sister to help you so your shirt doesn’t pull up too. When I wake you up, you will not remember any of these instructions and you will not remember being under hypnosis. When I. ”That’s what shocks Amber into standing completely still for a few moments, brain scrambling to make sense of the action. Okay, this is just Dylan, her poor old frazzled brain supplies, So this must be some kind of joke, and ends up masking her denial with rationalization, Yeah! For sure, this is a joke. She decides to let out an awkward laugh, playfully nudging at Dylan’s chest. “Haha, keep that up and I’ll think you actually like me.”“That wouldn’t be so bad, would it?” is his response,.