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“My parents actually were the first owners. You guys did a good job taking care of her.”

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“Didn’t know there were any series 1s still out in the field. Williams was sitting sideways in the driver’s seat of his van, filling out a form on a tablet.

He still had to deal with the technician. John stepped out of the living room, away from his grieving family, and took deep breaths until he could do it without his chest hitching. John forced out his farewell, “Goodbye, Darci. You can call me D- D- D- D- arci, if you like.” A sunbeam was angling through onto the floor. Will someone please contact a field service technician?” “I apologize, but I am having trouble with my arms and legs. “I am a Domestic Android, Residential and Childcare series 1.” Darci introduced herself. “Hello, young man! I’m so excited to meet you!”īilly looked to his dad, “She doesn’t remember me?” “Do you want to say goodbye?”īilly buried his face into his mother and rocked his head side to side. She took her hand from Darci to give hug Billy back. “We don’t either, baby.” Maeve stroked his hair and rocked him. Billy ran in and jumped into a desperate hug. Maeve released John’s hand and reached for her son. “Momma? Dad?” They looked up to see Billy peeking his head in from the kitchen. He closed his eyes had and took a stuttering breath.

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I had wrecked on my new bike and broken my leg.” Maeve reached over and took John’s free hand and squeezed it. Would you like to watch some cartoons? Your parents said it was alright, just this once.”Ī tear rolled down John’s cheek, “I was ten. I’ll whip some up, and you can nibble on them while the cast dries. “Cookies are always the perfect thing for a rainy day. “Who wants cookies?” Darci started a new tangent. “It’s like she’s falling backwards through her memory,” Maeve interrupted. I’ve been caring for Johnny since he was a wee little man. Such a lady! So wonderful to have a lady to look after. “Mister John! All grown up! And don’t you look a sight in your wedding dress, Miss. Is there anything we can do for you?”ĭarci, flat on her back, rotated her head first to him, then to her. My legs aren’t working properly, I may need-“ “Shh,” Maeve said while stroking her arm. John and Maeve knelt on each side of her, taking her hands- cold as always- into theirs. The only change since they had left was the large plastic sheet that had been worked under her and the assortment of tubes and fluids that the technician hadn’t cleaned up yet. In the living room, Miss Darci lay where she had fallen. John and Maeve stood and walked to the living room and Billy watched them leave. It would be good for you to come let Miss Darci know how much you cared, but I know it’s scary.” He took the boy into a great hug. You're right.” John turned back to young Billy. “John, he’s seven.” Maeve laid a hand on her husband’s arm. “Yes,” John was firm with his son, “You have to be…” To let her know she’s loved.”īilly broke from his father’s grip and stepped back, “No!”

We’re going to go, together, to say goodbye to her. “No, Miss Darci isn’t going to be okay.” He paused as the pain in the boy’s eyes spilled over. He broke the hug and took his boy by the shoulders and looked him in the eye. John allowed them a moment, but only one. When he finally came over to his parents, they both knelt to hug him. Come on, it’s okay,” John encouraged the boy. He kissed her forehead and turned to their son. She squeezed her eyes shut at the thought. “Is Miss Darci going to be okay?” Billy barely got his voice to work. I’ll be in my van.” He let himself out to allow the family their moment.

Movement in the hallway caught his attention. The husband and wife stood there, holding each other.

Williams, I’m-,” the husband paused, “I’m sure you did all you could.” I can’t stabilize her enough to take her in.” She got a few more minutes left, but I can’t get you more than that. “Sorry, folks, but there’s nothing more I can do for her. He reported to the waiting family as he wiped and tucked his tools back into their assorted loops, holes, and pockets. The once pristine white coat was stained with large patches of red when the man walked into the kitchen from the living room.