Another racing plane zoomed by, obviously in trouble, as it was falling out of the sky like she was.Pulling on the stick as hard as she could, she gui...ed her blunt-nosed racer toward a mountain lake off to the side of the racecourse. Although her racer could reach exciting speeds (when the engine was working), it didn’t glide well with the short, stubby wings and the heavy, high-powered motor weighing down the nose.Despite those handicaps, she managed to drop her craft onto the lake surface.. Just explain everything to Wendy that is happening andhe'll be fine. Oops," Madge said not thinking."I know Mrs. Bryson. Wendy's secret is safe with me," Amy said veryprofessionally. "I'll take very good care of your girl."Madge couldn't figure out how Amy knew Wendy's secret but was anxious tofind out. If she couldn't find the right moment to ask her on this visit,she resolved to place a phone call later.Returning to Wendy, Amy said, "Wendy, I want you to look again in themirror so I can show. Ami ki kheyal holo janina, khalarmukhta hotath upore tule tar kopale, gale r tar por thote chumu khelam. Khalakisu bollona. Matha tolate tar buk ta ektu upore uthesilo, ei fake ami tar bamdudh ta abar dhore fellam. Alto kore tipsi r khalar kotha sunsi, khala kedekede onek smritir kotha bolsilo. Shahos kore dudh take aste aste blawse r braer baire tene bar korlam, ah! Ki mosrin dudh, aram kore tipte thaklam. Kisukhon por abarmuch tule take thote chumu khelam, ei fake dan dudh tao ber kore. Normally, she would use the phone, when there was something she needed to talk about. Especially when it was in the middle of the night.When his assistant walked in, he could see that she didn't look as her normal self. Her hair was a mess, and she had no make-up on. It was obvious to him that she was also pulled out of bed unexpectedly."Sir ... um ... sorry to disturb you, but we have a pressing matter at hand." What is it? Is Sylvia okay?" Agent 1 asked with concern in his voice."Yes, Sir!.