. gift. I caught his arm before he could start across the room. He looked at me and I cleared my throat, “what is mind magic?”He blinked and then ...hrugged, “I do not have a lot of information about it. The girl that I know has it, can move things with her thoughts. It is the ability to do something outside of the body without physically causing it ... I think.”I nodded, “like starting fires.”He nodded, “outside the body so yes.”He pulled and I went with him as I tried to think. The men in the. "Wow, you look great," he stammered."You look pretty nice yourself," I smiled.He did look nice, better than nice. When we first met at Starbucks hisalarming good looks had made a ball of putty out of me. Yes I knew he washandsome, make that very handsome and had made me see him as one large workof art. Now with my brain under some control I was able to really look athim. I was able to notice little things I had missed the first time I sawhim, like the tiny scar marring his fabulous face. It was. A thin hand absently pettedthe sleeping Cairn terrier curled up beside her. In the hallway outside the girl's room, two men spoke in hushed tones.One, her father, was tall, with hair as dark as his daughter's, andbroad shouldered, though at the moment those shoulders were slumped, hisface care-worn.The other man was shorter, more slender and seemingly older. His hairand neatly trimmed beard were completely white. He wore a sombre suitseveral shades darker than the clouds overhead; a slightly. At some stage during it he fell asleep, a deep relaxing black sleep.He awoke feeling the chill of evening; the sun was setting. He grabbed his wash bag and towel and headed to the showers. Later in the mess tent eating spam, fritters, chips and beans, he told Cookie there was some tinned food from home for him to pick up.Over the next week the men worked on the trucks and Jeeps giving them a much-needed service. The guns were removed, stripped, and cleaned. Tyres were replaced and springs.