But he remembered too well the life of a servant and the constantharanguing from the upper class over the slightest misdeed. He wasdetermined to be be...ter than that."She... wasn't as... grateful... as I expected her to be," he said. "But she justrequires more time; and more guidance. When I see her again I'll mentionsomething else and so on as the days go by. By the time I leave at the endof next week she'll have gone through as great a transformation as I have,thanks to you." Well my best. .. she wants the information released slowly. Therefore, she wants you to release the information, a little bit at a time, as a series of rumors on the Rumor Conduit.“She wants your rumors to exaggerate the information, so it seems to be rumor and not fact. However, as we all know there is usually some truth to every rumor. By letting the crew determine which part of the rumor is true, she wants to let them know how serious this matter is to the Zldats.“What she told me is that Supreme. .” he pointed at a girl four seats over from me, “ ... smudge everything. There is nothing that would help your drawings more than an eraser. You...” pointing at the only other guy left in the class, “ ... seem to think this is a drafting class. Your pencils are too hard and ground to too fine a point.”And so it went on. He hit every single one of us with our ‘isms’ as he called them. He’d pointed them out often enough. Everyone cringed as we waited for him to turn his pointy finger at us. But. At my request they had blindfolded me with a soft cloth against the daylight. I had wonderful dreams. Even if all I could do was twitch. When Tim got home, they unwrapped me, and since the redness and irritation was nearly gone, I wound up in my nightclothes with the belt on and cuffs in front. A light dinner, and I was again strapped to the bed at Mom's insistence. I had hoped to be able to roll over, but at least I could move a little. Sleep came easily. Tuesday they both needed to go to.