He's been showing their pictures to us." Yep, my sister was four sheets to the wind.I recalled Ralph, a bluff, pleasant man with a petite and always-h...ppy wife and three cute kids, the eldest about 10 years old. We were members of the same non-landed club. I honestly had no clue what he'd done for a living, nor did I have the slightest hint that my sister worked for his company."Apparently he saw that damned magazine you loaned me, and assumed I was one TOO! That's why he had the meetings. "Langenderfer-McMahon" counted up to twenty letters, counting the hyphen, which the computers ignored. If you tried to squeeze the extra letters into the form, then the results came back with "LANGENDERFERMCMA" printed out in dot matrix.On the other hand, she you tried to send the test through as "MCMAHON, TIFFANY L", she'd catch it from Tiffany's mom, who she'd known since kindergarten.That situation would only get worse, as the school was going to computerized grading the next year. Thank. Unless... Suddenly I had a bad feeling about this.Mrs. Street burst into tears and hugged Dobbs when he announced that Elizabeth was alive. The little sister hugged her daddy and I made it a point to ignore the moisture in his eyes."She's okay as far as we can tell," Dobbs said. "I'm having her taken to the hospital so they can check her out and keep an eye on her until she wakes up." He glanced at me and I took the cue that it was my turn at bat."Mr. and Mrs. Street, is there some place we can. .." You won't, General, and I've got a duplicate copy in my pocket." Of course you have." Any other questions?" asked Peter.Everyone shook their heads. "Right," he said. "I'd better go and get the parade ready for you all."Everything went according to plan. Colonel Chris had taken over the parade and the battalion was standing at ease when the general's car arrived. General Anthony, with Mark two paces behind and to his right, moved to the saluting dais. The ladies were shown to their seats.The.