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...you never know who – or what – is watching over you… 2: VICTOR AND THE WAY OF THINGS Of course, I had been human once. And male, so it follows (or perhaps precedes) that I was a human boy-child, but memories of those earliest living times are hazy at best, half- grasped feelings of another time, another life. Suffice it to say that, being an emotional manifestation and looking back to those times, it seems I was a happy child. At any rate, I was in my fourth decade of life when I was 'foun...

Walls. Walls everywhere. Leonard made a face, a sour grimace that could have meant anything from good-natured humor to pain. The weathered wrinkles of his face deepened and his thin lips formed a hard, white line. Walls. What good were they, anyway? The one that stood before Leonard’s wheelchair was plain: a flat, featureless expanse of sheetrock, freshly painted a creamy off-white that reminded him of the vulgar tapioca pudding they served at lunchtime. There was no border at its uppermost r...