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</div>NAME: Terry Morgan<br/>Alias: Cabal Black<br/>Age: 40<br/>Location:  Kitchen<br/>Wearing: See Picture<br/>Mood Music:<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fyoutu.be%2FuDhy9hNso6w&amp;hash=1d1efad88d8ac834738baca03825cf6f" href="https://youtu.be/uDhy9hNso6w" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Home - Foo Fighters</a><br/>Tagging:  Kenji, Iris<br/>Mentioning:<br/><br/><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Can I help you make lunch?"</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">That coming from Kenji of all people.  The boy from the streets who wanted nothing to do with cops.  Was it a sign of progress?  But before she could respond, he seemed to change track.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"I…ah, didn't know that it did that to you," he confessed. "I never knew. I'm sorry."</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">"There's nothing you need to apologize for, Kenji," Terry replied with a sad smile.  "It was Mother's and my choice not tell the younger siblings about my problems.  Prior to the Matrix activating our abilities, I'd sometimes have to crawl into bed with some of the younger ones to help them get over THEIR nightmares.  And they had them frequently.  You came to us late off of the streets, so you missed a lot of that.  But once our abilities kicked in, Mother and I agreed that we couldn't very well tell the children about my nightmares, because it might activate more of their nightmares.  And after awhile, I stopped crawling into bed when they had their nightmares, afraid that I would coax them to sleep, only to wake them up from a scream of my own.  That would have been more traumatic for them.  But some of the children noticed that Auntie Terry was distancing herself from them and were confused as to why.  It's no one's fault . . . except maybe that thing in the basement."  That last sentence held a trace of bitterness in it.<br/>
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Terry had begun to write up a shopping list when Kenji spoke again.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"I can go to the store but I don't have a car."</span><br/><br/>She gave him an amused look.  Was he going to try and borrow her Jag?<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Or any money"</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">Terry couldn't help a laugh at that point.  "You're a college student, so of course you don't have any money.  And if you had a car, you would have probably brought a bag of dirty laundry home to be washed, like every college student does."  She paused to contemplate Kenji, then dug in her pocket for her billfold.  She could give him money for groceries, but she had no idea how much the groceries would cost for this group.  Or how much groceries would be needed.  So she pulled out a credit card and tapped it against her lips with a teasing grin, as if debating whether to give it to him or not.<br/>
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"I can give you a card for the groceries, but the car you're going to have to find from someone else.  I don't loan my car out to anyone. It's vintage and a classic and probably worth a lot of money to a thief.  I can see you parking in the Kroger parking lot, running in for the groceries, and coming out to find it gone.  Besides, my Jag has a miniscule trunk and no back seat.  So you'd have to put the groceries in the passenger seat.  Not much room there either, for the amount of food we'll need.  So you need a car with a roomy trunk or back seats."</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)">"Oh, hi Kenji.  Am I interrupting?"</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">Terry exclaimed, "Perfect!  Someone with a trunk and back seats to put groceries in.  Iris, would you mind driving Kenji to a grocery store for food and other essentials?  Pleeeeeeeeeaaaase!"<br/>
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She didn't know how Kenji and Iris felt about one another these days, but she wasn't trying to play matchmaker.  She was just trying to get food for the masses.  And if they did go shopping together, it would be a sign that this group was NOT totally dysfunctional.  </span>