Roberta never sat nor had she said a word through all of the one-sided conversation, but began making her painfully slow way across the living room to the hall, with Mistress behind using the chair’s rear mounted controls to move me along also. Dr. Powers followed our small entourage along the hall that stretched all the way to the rear of the house. Our strange procession made its way to the door at the very end, seeming to take forever. I had never been as eager as I was right then to find what awaited me.
Roberta opened the door, then moved aside for Mistress and I to enter, and for the first time I saw a change in her expression when she looked at me. Her smile changed to a look of concern or possibly pity, then almost instantly the painted-on smile returned when Dr. Powers came up be
