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“Why’d you do it?” the establishment in human society, so that mankind might arrive at their own conclusions armed with the facts that in this statement we are asserting that we are Gods angels, we would respond thatall Gods creatures who respond in love to help another are God's angels, including humans now on Earth. What is an angel, after all, but one who waits A GOOD MAN One of my favorite memories of Master Fred. Sir Brendan will be waiting for us, Master. Did he know that I would be here, Master?Kitten asked without hesitation. Aw, come on, Dad. I dont want to say. Its embarrassing. All rights reserved: ZetaTalk@ZetaTalk.com Regarding Venus, we, the Zetas have never lived there, nor have any species for some time. Venus was habitable prior to the Earth even having an atmosphere, to give you a time sense. We, the Zetas, were not visiting your Solar system at that time, nor were we in fact even in existence at that time. Then you know nothing about Hahns comment about Mrs. Bassett. And Igoe. “We don’t want to cause trouble.” Wright kept his tone even and unthreatening. “We just need fuel.” When the strike was finally over, the Gracos savings, like the savings of so many others, had dwindled down to nothing. As a result, for the past year his father had been working the extended shift, eagerly taking all the time and a half he could get (while still working seven days a week) in an effort to earn back the money they d lost. His father was only home a few hours a day, and then he was either sleeping, working outside in the garden, mowing the lawn, or taking care of their chickens and other livestock. (Randy Graco played at being a parttime farmer and beekeeper.) As a result, Timmy didn ' t see much of him. His mother, Elizabeth, was usually busy with housework, playing Bridge with her friends, or participating with the Spring Grove Ladies Auxiliary. As a result, he spent more time with his grandfathe r than his parents. Despite Dane Graco' s flagging health and how quickly he grew tired, his grandfather took him fishing along Codorus Creek, for walks in nearby Bowman 's woods, and played Pitfall, Asteroids, and other video games on the Atari video game console. Occasionally, when he was feeling up to it, Dane would drive the two of them into town and treat for two slices of pepperoni pizza at Genova's, where they' d feed quarter after quarter into the Galaga, Paperboy, and Mappy arcade machines until his grandfather ran out of changeusually after ten dollars or so. Once, when his father was in a particularly good mood and had a rare day off, the four of them had driven to Baltimore to watch the Orioles play the Yankees. He and his grandfather had jeered the opposing team until his mother had made them both hush. On the way home, the two of them had fallen asleep in the back of his parent's Aries K car. When Timmy looked back on these moments, he smiled. He hoped that he never forgot them, the way he' d forgotten his grandmother. Forgetfulness seemed to be something that came with adulthood. Sometimes, when Timmy asked his parents about certain things from when they were growing up, they'd say that they couldn 't remember. He'd noticed that other adults did this, tooexcept for his grandfather. Timmy wanted to be just like him, and never forget. Not remembering his grandmother was bad enough. He couldn 't imagine forgetting the times spent with his grandfather, too. Timmy knew how lucky he was. Yes, his father was stressedout over his job, and that made him grumpy. And yes, his mother probably conceded to his father a little too much, especially when it came to decisions that affected Timmy decisions with which she often disagreed. But Timmy knew they loved him, just as his grandfather loved him. Things could be worse. At least his parents were still there, and at least they paid attention to him. His friend Doug Keiser ' s father had run off three years ago, vanishing from the Whistle Stop bar one night with a waitress in tow, as well as the family car and the contents of their checking and savings accounts. Doug 's mother had started drinking after that, and these days, that's all she seemed to do. She didn't work, just collected welfare checksand newspapers. And magazines. Soda cans. Junk mail. Coupons. Empty bottles. Like a pack rat, she stacked them up in ever increasing piles all over the house. The towering, precarious walls of debris formed pathways through the living room, dining room, and hallway. Except for Doug 's bedroom, their entire home smelled like booze and mildew, and she kept the windows and shades closed all day, preferring the darkness. If Doug' s mother still loved her son, she had a funny way of showing it. She barely registered his presence most days, unless it was to holler at him for something. Doug was able to come and go as he pleased, simply because his mother didn 't notice he was missing. Worse, she paid more attention to Timmy and Barrytoo much attention. Sometimes, the way she touched them, or the way she smiled, or the things she said Timmy knew it was wrong. Fingers lingering on their arms just a little too long or licking her lips when she talked to them, arching her back to push her sagging breasts out. It was like the beginning to one of those letters in the Penthouse magazines they sometimes read. Probably their imagination. They knew that. And Doug certainly hadn 't noticed (or if he had, he' d never mentioned it). But still, sometimes it seemed like Carol Keiser was hitting on them. And that was just weird, because Carol Keiser was a grownup. Any time Timmy got mad at his parents, all he had to do to put things in perspective was think of Doug' s mother. That made things better, made him grateful for what he had. And if that didn 't work, there was always Barry's mom and dad to consider. But none of the boys talked about what went on inside Barry' s house. Especially Barry. Timmy and Doug both knew, or could guess. If Timmy thought about it too long, he wanted to cry. But the facts themselves remained unspoken between them, just like Doug 's mom's odd behavior when drunk. Let me get that zipper with my teeth,she said. A commercial came on for a toy Timmy didnt want. Hurry.Timmy pushed her legs. ZetaTalk: Soulless Ones ZetaTalk: Mind/Spirit Connection bulk is occurring. infecting their frantic nurses and doctors. After a time or two, they gave up on the Ebola virus, which refused to be I cant either, man. Ive got to… well, you know..
