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And so the time passed and she made good on her word to turn him into a chore slave which he didn't mind in the least because she was so much fun to be around. She had an easy playful way about her which made every moment seem joyous and infinite. And she did live up to her name of Sister. She felt like just that... best friend, confidant, family, someone whom you could trust implicitly.

They worked side by side in the garden, putting up fencing to keep the rabbits out. He unrolled the chicken wire and held it up to the pallet while she stapled it.

"Did you know that in Old Tibet there were no jails. When someone committed a crime they would send them to live with a family that had a granny who would watch over them, feed them, nurture them, smother them with Motherly Love. They felt that a person who engages in misdeeds must certainly have not received enough attention from their mother."

"I did not know that. You are just a wealth of knowledge", he teases her.

She wipes the sweat off his brow with her bandanna, "Yeah that's me. I am full of all kinds of useless information."

She hears a plane off in the distance, looks in the direction of the sound. Luna lets out a yelp of alarm.

"Hey let's go inside, take a break. It's gettin hot out here. I'll make us some lemonade."

"We're almost done. Go ahead in. I'll be right there."

She takes his arm, "Come with me now."

By her electrical charge his mind changes, he drops everything and follows her into the house.