This issue of canned fruit cocktail was a continuing battle. She knocked over the industrial sized aluminum containers of diced and sliced fruits to make room for herself, and Debbie would pick up the dented cans and put them back on the shelf. Once again, Emily caused the cans to tip over and roll off onto the floor, adding another dent to each one. Emily was happy. Because Rebecca had opened her eyes to accepting who they really were, she could sleep again. They had begun so young and innocent, with a cause to help people with their gifting and abilities. But since humanity had rejected and persecuted them, Emily and her followers had no choice but to meet out their exclusion from the human race the best way they could. The burden and recurring nightmares of her sister Sarah had lifted. She could enjoy sleep to the fullest for the first time in four hundred years. Emily knew she was more tolerable with the twelve.
