<strong>Tsade - trepidations</strong><br/><br/>“Conservative,” Tsade repeated.<br/><br/>He saw Lily’s point.  How much would it take to chase his mother off without totally  alienating her. And why suddenly did he feel like a former version of his rebellious teenage self. All that stoic maturity spiraling down into a cesspool of youthful confrontation.<br/><br/>His emotions were colliding with his good sense and logic was losing. A close proximity to lily brought out the caring Master in him, his mother seemed to bring out the Freddy Kruger. He was thinking knife play as he released his hold on Lily.<br/><br/>“The closet. Bring me a shirt.”