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I am angry with my mother for not disclosing the whole truth of my parent's involvement with The Surgeon and her people. But, I understand her reasons, and I guess she has more than redeemed herself, as without her we never would have reached this level of relative success. AND, Tan and I are truly grateful to her for creating the unbreakable bond that we have.
That said, I can't shake this hurt that her withholding this info from us, and the fact that she actively led me believe that The lady was a person I loathed and not the girl I loved. Also, I have a niggling feeling of finality, that these are mum's final hours. But I keep these thoughts to myself.
Kelly, mum and I have had a final heart to heart and we have made our peace. In a short time, mum will be undergoing a pioneering procedure to re-engage her brain with her body. If it succeeds it will be something akin to a medical miracle. If it doesn't succeed, well... actually I don't want to think about that right now.
As Tan says, It's important to always keep a positive mental attitude. AND, Did you see what I did there? Of course you did.
Imps – they're slowly but surely ingratiating themselves with London's children, becoming their inseparable friends for life. As Drew says, 'when a cult or organization indoctrinates children of seven, they've got them for life.'
Drew has filled us in on all the facts and figures collated from Tony's careful monitoring of online data.
Currently, six hundred and sixty six imps have been purchased, and are active within London. Tony is trying to decipher if every imp has its own topknot controller, or whether a person with a topknot is designated a number of imps to control. This is important information, as we will then know the size of the 'human army' we're dealing with.
Something else that Tony has discovered is that we have all the Kade dolls, secured and safely stored away, and no further dolls have been manufactured. Which makes me feel a whole lot better; trust me, it's not cool walking around with the knowledge that some kid might be about to flick of the plastic plonker on a Kade doll, to turn it into Keisha – and I feel the resultant pain in the penis: ouch!
One thing we've all noted is that the horrific attack of the child on his mother when she took his imp has not been reported in any of the press. Troy suggests it was probably dismissed as just an unfortunate domestic incident, which is a worry.
While Tan is in the shower, I fix myself a cup of lavender tea, hoping it's calming properties might work on my anxious mind.
Returning to our room, the door is slightly open, and I pause and look.
I'm staring at Tan, who's sitting on our bed wrapped in a bath towel. Her newly cropped hair is wet and standing up in little porcupine like spikes; while droplets of water run in rivulets over her bare shoulders.
Her face is tilted slightly downwards and she's deep in thought. She looks so wistful and vulnerable, and as I continue to stare my mind begins to wander back to my childhood days. The images in my head are hazy, grainy, they appear in black and white, but I do recall the delicate little girly/boy who for the short time with us would be happy, before filling with fear when he had to leave us.
