My instructor was Sammy Bayles, oddly enough, from Alabama.“You’re doing it, too, right?” I asked him.“Doing what?”“Waiting for the call f...om the airlines.”“Yeah,” he said, almost sheepishly. “Pays better. And in the aviation world, it’s got a certain cachet.”“Lots of cachets. I think ag pilots are pretty cool, and I don’t even want to think about the military.”“You. Fit. Got a degree. Smart. You could give ‘em a call...”“Oh, yeah, let’s see how that plays with the guy up the hall. ‘Baby, I. Soon my feelings turned to worry - shewanted a kid, and I could never give her one. How long before she foundsomeone who could? Someone who didn't need a strap on?We existed in this half-fog for a couple of years, watching Tracy's littlegirl get older and then seeing Charlie and Georgie's adoption finalise, asthey adopted a cheeky little 4 year old Vietnamese boy. Heather was bothof their go-to baby sitter, so it was normal to come home from work tofind either Sophia or Quyen in the living. I'd never even considered that it could have beenanyone else other than Janet who had swapped bodies with me."But...who?" Senator Herndon, of course," said Rocco with his mouth pressed into afrown. "The esteemed ex-senator stole a prototype of the memorytransfer device that Charlie had been developing for me. And the lasttime that we saw Janet she was with the ex-senator. Even if Herndon wascoaching her I still couldn't see Janet doing the things you say she'sdone. So my guess is, after he. A friend. The voice said. It was, indeed, friendly-sounding. Soft, and low. It reminded her of the sound a cello made. My name is Largo. The voice said its name in soft of a goofy tone that Vivian couldn’t help but smile a little at.“Where are you?” Vivian asked.I’m all around you, here, see? Suddenly, the shadow directly in front of her moved. It crawled up the stone bricks of the well in a pair of weird, flat tendrils. She was scared again now, but then the tendrils changed their shape. They.