dancing after death

phoebe Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you, and annoint you Phoebe sighed a bit wearily, but she didn't shrink away, even as he teetered back and forth, not coming to any discernible conclusion. Once upon a time, she would have sat and talked him through it. But that time was no more. She had boys off playing with a neighbor so she could be here to help him pull himself together. She simply didn't have the time to wait around for Jata to make up his ever changing mind, hem hawing over every little thing to the nth degree, as if it would somehow make it all go away if he waited long enough. But it wouldn't. It just prolonged suffering. "So long as you have people in your life, you will always be used to some extent. What's important is to find those that are mutually beneficial." she said softly. "I'm not the person I was then. Hold it against me if you will, and if it is the case I will go. I have three boys waiting on me. But I chose to come here to help you regardless as soon as I saw that sign." she said, watching him closely. Not mock. Not use. Help.