"Hello, Mrs. Harris," she greeted cheerfully. I croaked something back and left for my bedroom.---------------------------------------------------Tim... passes...The next few days were... well, they are hard to describe. I thought about the things I had read and the pictures I had seen. I kept picturing myself strapped down to a bed and lashed. Or stretched out on a rack with a laughing torturer leaning on the ropes. Or on my knees begging for mercy as a man stood over me with a whip. The. I choose the rudimentary English and Bantu words I possessed and put them in an organized pattern on his shelves and straightened his memories up as well. My own articulation of words was automatic. It was difficult to find the mechanism and export it to Derek's mind.One aspect of his memory could hold a key to getting him to want to speak. His mother looked similar to mine. He had not recognized this fact yet. He was too young to remember and had only seen her picture a few times.The next step. . Aane do tumhaare mama ko sab bata dungi. Tumhari maa ko bataungi tum kitne nalayak ho.”Me: “pls mami mujhe maaf kar do mujhse galati hogai aage se kabhi aisa nai karunga. Aap jo kaho me karunga bas yeh kisiko mat batana.”Mami: “a6aa jo kahun wo karega?”Me: “haan sab karunga par pls kisiko batana mat”Mami: “thik hai isko (mere lund ki taraf dekhte hue) khada kar abhi.”Me: “nahi mami sorry aage se nai hoga pls jaane do.”Mami: “jo bola wo kar abhi mujhe tera lund khada chahiye toh kar apne lund. Just a little bit to taste it?" Shebroke off a small piece and popped it into her mouth. "Oh my God," shesaid. "That really is good. I'll have to tell everyone at school aboutthat too."When they got to Grandpa's house, he wasn't out on the porch. Rachaeltapped lightly on the door, and got no response, so he must be napping,she decided.They then went over to Miss Lajoie's so Rachael could check on the dogs.Apparently there was a student getting a lesson, judging my the horriblepiano sounds.