M. on Sunday morning. He didn't answer. I knew he could see my hand shake as my fingers keyed the calculator. I kept my head down, afraid to look into...his eyes."I'll tell you tonight. I'm coming to see you and we'll talk." he said in an even voice."No, you mustn't," I whispered, afraid that Betty, the teller at the next window, would hear me.He didn't reply. I finished verifying his deposit slip was correct and pushed a receipt through the small opening at the bottom of my window. Our fingers. And then she said she wuz feelin’ hungry and that she wanted to eat something…but since there were a lot of boys around….she felt kinda awkward to walk in her skirt which she was wearing at that tym…the skirt wuz way too skimpy….so she said she wanted to change into something else before she i took her to the nearby cafeteria…since her dormitory wuz a bit far from the basketball court she decided to change into a pair of tracks which she happened to b having in her kit bag…but now the problem. As everyone from the kingdom of Tarifeld looked on, they saw the smaller image of a lone figure that was now standing at midfield.Suddenly a lone lighting spell flew from the ranks of the enemy army, but was cancelled halfway almost as fast as it flew at Rayne. Then another bolt, then another, and soon it looked like the Sun was on the ground as fast as the bolts flew and gathered around her.But Rayne was canceling them all as fast as she could. Not one hit her."Wow, that's quite the young mage. !!This time she responded quick. Next evening, I saw an arrow drawn, that pointed to my question mark but at the tail of the arrow, there was another question mark. I could hear her say, “But what”? Now, I had to give her a bit involved answer which was not possible with a symbol or a mark but only with words but writing something would take all of this communication to an entirely different level with some maybe serious consequences. So far it was nothing but only drawing of the meaningless.