‘Well, yes things look about as normal now as they ever have.’ ‘Good, good. See, I told you it would only take a jiffy.’ ‘Well, yes you did....What about transplant rejection? Isn’t that going to be a problem?’ ‘My dear human, of course not. I know, I know, when your rather primitive doctors start tinkering about, trying to replace things they don’t fully understand, your bodies tend to get rather cranky and fight back, but that’s just because they don’t have the skills and correct tools. It’s. Miria wasn’t one to admit defeat, not when his debatable reputation is on the line. He’d show Lorrian that he means business. Who knows? Maybe he’d be grateful to have such a remarkable partner after this.With a knowing grin, Miria sets his sights on the grand archives.~“So heavy… this really is the worst,” Miria sighs, doing his best to conceal the unfairly proportioned tome under his robes. Snatching it up had been an ordeal, but this was sure to prove Lorrian wrong. So long as he could make. ’ ‘Oh…I almost forgot to tell you the news. The old Williams place has a new owner.’ ‘Do you know who bought it, Grandma?’ ‘I heard Garney Covington bought the place. Someone said the Covingtons are planning to move into it.’ ‘I wonder why he wanted it. He already owns several farms already.’ ‘Someone told me they have a daughter. I think her name is Blythe. She’s supposed to be going away to college this fall.’ ‘Yes,’ I said, ‘I know her. She was in my class. She’s really a very nice person.. . to yourself!... "... and training yourself to recognize, understand, and trust that which is often called 'intuitive', or 'gut' responses!"... The rumpled sack of the old man lowered his arms to his sides. His tangled hair hid his bowed face for a moment... before his quiet, yet powerful voice rang off the walls."Follow your nose! The Pherenome Knows!"Somehow, even though I'd felt a profound sense of relief moving through all my intellectual confusion, I was wondering if I was in the right.