Much less acareer. Over the summer, her goals were just to learn to be a girl, and tobuild her control of her elemental abilities. She hadn't really t...oughtpast the beginning of school. *They're talking to you.* Angel shook herself. "Sorry," she blushed. "I just got lost in somethoughts." Her mother smiled. "We were just saying that you didn't really have tomake up your mind right away. It's just something to think about. But youshould choose some shorter term goals. They can help you choose. For so long she had built herself up to adjust to the pain, and now… Without warning, a second later, she threw herself on to him. Holding him tightly with one arm and beating on his chest with the other. She began screaming something incoherent as she cried into his shirt. He said nothing and made no attempt to stop her from hitting him. What he did instead was wrap his arms around her and squeeze her tightly. He held her for a small eternity, waiting for her to stop crying. It was a long. "John quickly packed up the box he was working on, grabbed it up, took the box downstairs into the living room and added it to the growing pile of boxes. He headed into the kitchen where Mary had packed up some, but had a pitcher of iced tea and two glasses. She handed John a glass and he drank it down eagerly. It tasted a little weird he thought, but thought nothing of it. Mary offered to refill it and eagerly said yes, trying to get fluids into his system. They chit chatted about her moving. We wouldn’t want to have any misunderstandings, would we?”“You win. I can’t argue anymore. You know you have me exactly where you want me. You know there is nothing I can do.”“WHAT! WHAT! You want a black man to live in this house for the next month? Are you crazy? Have you lost what little brains you had? NO Way, Jose! You can forget it. Get him a motel. Let someone else take care of him. I’m not having an animal living in my house! Why? Why did you agree to this?“If you will settle down, I.