It was dark when he woke, but there were voices coming from outside the trailer. He recognized the handler and the doctor. It was time to become human...again! Funny. Sheba wasn't here. Maybe she was back in one of the other rooms. Stretching, he trotted over to the door and waited expectantly. Why were they standing out there talking? He wanted to change back and go celebrate! A short bark got their attention. "Looks like your roommate misses you already." That was the handler. Roommate? Was. As I got closer to the entrance this older man stepped out of the car. If I had to guess I would say he was in his early 50's. So as I walked pass him he greeted me and I returned his greeting. I thought that was weird because most guys don't look at each other or make eye contact with each other at these places. I looked back at this man's car before I walked inside and noticed there was a sherrifs sticker on his back window. That set off my alarm because I assumed this guy was undercover on a. By the way, while we are speaking mentally like this, it seems to me that you should call me Ann. Mrs. Hunter seems so formal.Okay, Ann, I'll try to remember that. Margie, did you hear all of that?I sure did. Isn't it wonderful! I wonder how much range we have.We can find that out when I drive home tonight. It's about four miles to my house from here, so that should be a good first test.I politely told Mom to butt out, and let Bud and me finish our date. Mom laughed (I didn't know that was. We were never going to be more than friends with benefits. We both knew that.’ ‘Did you ever have any white girlfriends?’ ‘One or two. Not really girlfriends. More like dates. I think they were curious … you know … about how different we might be.’ ‘Did that bother you?’ She was asking a genuine question, but I wondered if there was more to it. ‘A bit. I was always a minority. Even more than the black … I mean African American kids. There were a few of us in school, but we never seemed to quite.