"Yes," I answered, and the book opened to that page by itself, and I held it out for the sisters to see."Is ... isn't that written in Ogham?" Margie a...ked on seeing the page."Yes, it is." And ... you ... can read it?" Katie asked, uncertainly."Yes, I started reading it on Tuesday night and then again on Wednesday night. That's why I was late on Wednesday morning," I explained."But where did you learn to read Ogham? What language is it in?" Margie asked."It's in old Gaelic, and I have no idea. At least you have been trained better than I have to keep control of the riffraff.”“Hey, I just thought of something. I’m now yours and Helen’s boss. So, I only have to worry about you two, and then you guys have to sort out the rest. I like that idea.”“Well, don’t get too comfortable with it. As Helen’s boss, until she is old enough to take responsibility, you get to look after her riffraff. Since you have done a lot of the training with my team, I can just sit back and give them a nudge alone. There was no way for her to continue such a conversation with him. Sanjay was again busy with the man. Saarda checked her mobile for time, that the train was about to reach Pune. The old man came and sat silently before her. She kept her eyes on mobile for the rest of the journey.When the train stopped they rose to gather their luggage. Sanjay was pulling the suitcases out where were parked underneath the seat. Old man came nearer to Saarda and whispered: “Your mobile number?”. She ignored him. The Vice President would be making this request on behalf of the President, but he is already in Athens helping coordinate supplies.”In a word, I was dumb.Struck dumb was exactly how I felt when Mr. Watson invited me to the White House.Contrary to what some people have said over my lifetimes, dumb is not a talent of mine. It is rare that I simply do not know what to say, but there I sat, on a crate, in what was left of western Lebanon, staring stupidly at the fellow that just asked me to drop.