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</div>NAME: Terry Morgan<br/>Alias: Cabal Black<br/>Age: 40<br/>Location:  Kitchen, Operations Room<br/>Wearing: See Picture<br/>Mood Music:<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fyoutu.be%2F4VR-6AS0-l4&amp;hash=a0ae5525b3170f94d5d4e096b01954be" href="https://youtu.be/4VR-6AS0-l4" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Nuvole Bianche</a><br/>Tagging:  Alissa, Idris, Emmy<br/>Mentioning:  Kenji, Iris, Tristan<br/><br/>Terry had finished making the gumbo and was letting it simmer in the stockpot on the stove.  For the moment, it was just an alternative to the pizza.  Gumbo was better over time, like a fine wine.  What she needed was the groceries Iris and Kenji were getting.  There were vegetables in the fridge, but nothing that would make a good salad for Alissa.  And she had to wonder if Tristan had been converted by Alley to the vegetarian side.  Would she have to make two salads?  There was nothing further she could do until the grocery delivery.  When Alissa walked into the kitchen, Terry was about to tell her lunch wasn't quite ready.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(32, 178, 170)"> "I lost my cop car, it was blue, I will fold you a new one"</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:null">How was Terry supposed to answer that?  She struggled for a response, then finally said, "Thank you, Alissa.  I'll definitely need it later."<br/>
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She watched the girl playing with her paper and wondered what was going on in that head of hers.  Was this an act or was Alissa really that disconnected from reality?  She'd once suggested to Mother that Alissa might be schizophrenic, but Mother disagreed. To her, Alissa was just special, like all her other children.  Mother's definition of special definitely didn't match Terry's.  She had snuck a peek at that analysis that Mother had written about all of them.  And laughed at the unrealistically high expectations the woman had for Terry.  Gia was always the eternal optimist. <br/>
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Terry asked the computer where Emmy and Idris were, and it replied "In the Operations Room".  Damn!  Still?  Her shoulders slumped, as she resigned herself to the need to go back down into the bunker to let them know that the pizza and gumbo were ready.  </span><br/><br/>"Alissa, I have to go and see Emmy and Idris about lunch.  Kenji and Iris should be by shortly with groceries so I can make something for you.  Tell them I'll be back shortly."  She lightly rubbed the girl's shoulder and shook her head out of her sight.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:null">She took the route from the kitchen down to the Operations Room far slower than she'd taken the route the opposite direction earlier.<br/>
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When she reached the door to Operations, she stopped outside it, listening to the conversation between Idris and Emmy.  Maybe she was being unfair, but why had Emmy asked them all here if she was then going to do her best to drive them away?  Terry knew she'd screwed up.  They'd all screwed up when it came to Emmy.  Maybe Idris was finally breaking through, though.  But it had required her to bare her soul, like Terry had done earlier.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)">"I need some air.."</span><br/><br/>Terry backed away from the door and acted as if she was just arriving.<br/><br/>"Pizza's here and the gumbo is ready.  I'm waiting on Kenji and Iris to return from the grocer with a few things."  Emmy didn't seem to hear her.  She just breezed on by.<br/><br/>Walking into the Operations Room, Terry sat in the seat Emmy had just vacated and gave Idris a tired smile.  "Was that progress?  I have a hard time telling anymore.  As a cop, it's my job to get other people to bare their souls.  I'm not used to baring my own soul.  I imagine it's the same in your line of work."<br/><br/>She tipped her head back and closed her eyes, feeling the throbbing in her head.  She listened to Idris's response, mumbling her agreement.  She'd always found her voice so soothing.  Especially when Terry was stressed out.  Perhaps it was time to take her bag out of the car and put it in her room.  She'd held off making a decision up to this point, but she'd told Emmy she was staying.  And besides, Idris was here to make the visit bearable.<br/><br/>"We need to talk.  But not here.  I feel my headache coming back.  As I told Emmy, the pizza and gumbo is ready.  And if you have any dietary requests, let me know," she said, opening her eyes and giving Idris a humorous smile.  As she stood up, a sudden impulse made her reach out to lightly caress Idris's cheek.  She wanted to kiss her so desperately.  She noticed the moisture in Idris's eyes.  As much as she wanted to have a good cry with her, this was NOT the place.  Anywhere but down here near that "thing".<br/><br/>"I'll see you upstairs."  It was half a question and half a plea, as she turned to leave.