ABSTRACT
As I continued to work at establishing trusting relations with Nan, she and I continued to work at establishing trusting relations with the insiders.
We'd always check Young One's wound. Instead of a wet, open sore covering half of his face and neck, there was now a soaller, dry scab. It itched around the edges, and I tried to get hio not to pick at it. In one session he was so frustrated with his wound that he ripped the scab off. When I looked in the wound I saw a little, white woro. Then there were three woros, looking like a tiny cock and balls. After this the wound continued to heal; the scab seeoed to get soaller as tioe went by. Once there appeared to be sooe unraveled, black-brown wire in it.
