Her intended meaning was either that she feels alone due to her total lack of anything in common with her mother, or that she’s alone because her mother is too useless to count as a living being. Or some combination of the two. I’m not sure… Abby’s brain is sometimes an enigma even to me.
I was sort of raised Catholic, but my churchgoing days are so long ago that I can’t remember if communion was ever done on Fridays anyway. I only remember it on Sundays, but then, we only ever went to church on Sundays.
I guess that sort of IVF tampering would be the ultimate form of cheating.
Different couples have different ideas of what’s cheating, though. John, for example, thinks it’s cheating on him if I eat snacks from the vending machine at work, because his awesome cooking should be enough for me.
(And he’s right… me eating vending machine snacks when I could have his cooking is kinda like Angelina Jolie cheating on Brad Pitt with Donald Trump. But sometimes, y’know, the vending machine isn’t Mr. Right, but it’s Mr. Right Now…)
Not quite, though, because they can only transform in one direction (egg -> caterpillar -> chrysalis -> butterfly.) Like if Optimus Prime was just a robot that went around saying “hey, I USED to be a truck.”