Thanks. It's nice to be appreciated. Most of my life I felt like I shouldn't say that. And now that I am less afraid to show who I am, because I genuinely like me (and can forgive earlier shortcomings), and receive good love from Marge, I can accept compliments.

I truly think Marge was pleased that I'm having a good time.

A nurse friend of hers always pulls my head down to her bosom when we hug. I probably can't use the word she uses for the "love" she's giving me. Marge just laughs.

We trust each other.