In German. Half way through his scanner must have vibrated in his pocket because he held up his hand, "Stoppen Sie,"They were back to him speaking Ger...an. He fished his pad and read the screen. He pushed some buttons and held his hand over his left ear. He answered a voice from the palm of his hand ... probably like hearing the sea from a seashell ... probably not."Ja."The cupped hand asked if Vee was present."Sie ist hier."Her full name as tendered by her Student ID?"Wendolyn Wanzor Austin die. .. it makes me want to show you more." There was a moment of silence while this sank in. "Like now." There was a long moment of silence as this hung in the air. Then, with a catch in her voice, she added, "Would you like to see a little more, Mr. Grindy? Right now?"Margie had moved away from the computer and was out of the camera's view, which remained pointed directly at Mr. Grindy. Mr. Grindy looked off camera, swallowed, and said, "Yes... Yes, of course. And call me Bill." Let me show you. The magic of my memory guided my hands across the engines varioussurfaces. At times I felt that I'd responded to what the engine hadasked. Had I become one with the engine or had the engine adopted me asits own? Or, had we worked together?After installing a new carburetor and starter and in the glare of aflorescent droplight, I attempted to start the engine. It spun over andthen backfired through the flame arrestor. An advance of the ignitiontiming and another attempt resulted in a running. Instead of a core of bitterness and depression, there was now a core of happiness, of contentment within her. Even Spearfish Lake didn't seem like such a bad place, now.The mood lasted while she booted up the laptop, and even with no messages for her, she still felt pretty good.Unfortunately for her, the good mood lasted only until she saw the Record-Herald.She had halfway expected something like the screaming headline across the top of the page: "SNAKE SUIT COULD COST LOCAL TAXPAYERS.