Needed an expert to figure out what the bad guys were up to." AWSOME!" he said, almost out of his seat in excitement. "Did you catch them, Mom? Did yo... get the bad guys?" Yes, Jimmy, we did," she said calmly. "But a lot of people got hurt at the same time." Is that how you got hurt, Mom?" he asked, now more somber as he watched his mother."Yes. The bad guys were going to blow something up, but they made a mistake and blew themselves up and the building that I was in."I saw the look of horror on. The girl delighted in telling Emily to go, stop, go, stop for the camera. The girl gave Emily a small thermos and had her drink the last of the bitter coffee from it. Then she collected the homemade videos and told Emily what she wanted to see in the next one. Then the girl left, gathered the mail from the mailbox, and continued walking away. Emily had plenty of time the next morning although she would have been happier to know that in advance. She again shaved her body, not wanting the girl. The chairs were hand-crafted rather than machine made. There was no media equipment. But there was a classroom ambiance that transcended time and genre. This was definitely a classroom full of nervous students not sure what to expect.The chairs were arranged in a circle. There were none free. The runner grabbed one from another room and placed it for Ariel. The students set in awkward silence.There were seven students, including Ariel: five women and two men sat around the circle. To Ariel’s. She had argued with her parents and trainer that morning and she was considering dropping out of competition all together if she had lost today. After the competition was over and the awards were handed out there were a series of announcements as to who had made the Olympic teams. I made the team in my weight class and so did Debbie in hers. She beamed as she heard the announcement and looked at her trainer and parents as if to say I told you so. Later on that evening Debbie and I ran into each.