I had a feeling Lily was trying to divert my attention away from spelling."Ella was with Mark," I said. "Mark must have taken her somewhere." Will I s...e her again?" Your mum's at the police now. They're working hard to find her." I paused. "Do you want to get back to the next word on the spelling list?"She nodded. "Okay." Tell me how to spell 'rattlesnake.'" Aren't these American words?" The spelling of these words is the same here." No, but I don't think there are many raccoons or rattlesnakes. . warmer... warmer... hot now!" giggled Sheila.Jan reached out feeling for the desk and felt its sturdy wooden top."Red hot!" laughed Michael.Jan reached further and felt the outline of... something where her old computer had sat on the desk. It was cool to the touch and felt like a combination of plastic and glass and... she felt below... a keyboard!Ripping off the blindfold, she squealed to see a new computer occupying the space where her old one had been sitting that very afternoon. She had. Now I was awake they could check it out but they were confident my sight was unaffected.All in all I was pretty lucky. The bullet was low velocity, from a home made S.M.G. which meant it wasn't as powerful as a commercial one. It was a ricochet, which reduced the impact some more but because it was out of shape and tumbling it made the wound bigger. Hey, I'll take a large, messy, non-fatal wound over a small, neat, fatal one any day. I had only lost a small part of my tongue so I should be able. . than Lisa. Her hair was darker, almost black, and straight. I did recognise one feature, though – her eyes. Lisa’s eyes are almondine, with a hint of an epicanthic fold, suggesting some oriental in her ancestry. I now knew something of that ancestry, as Emily Alcott was clearly part oriental – perhaps half, or maybe a quarter.We looked at each other. Her expression was serious – perhaps even scared. I dare say mine betrayed my trepidation. I had to smile. The lady was very good looking, and.