"I told you. We can't afford it, and I have more room at home."My name is Dorothy. Everybody calls me Dot. Brian and I are sophomores at a Catholic co...lege in the city. He came from out of state on a scholarship, but I commuted from home, like almost everybody else on campus. Brian and I had already had the conversation about me moving to the dorms. We had already had every conversation I could think of, even though we'd only known each other since the middle of our freshman year, and we hadn't. “Hello, I am Arianna, I’ll be walking you to my master’s apartment," Arianna says extending her hand.Anna shook Arianna’s hand and introduced herself. A few questions going through her mind as the women started walking.“Arianna, why do you call Everet your master?” Anna asked.“I am not allowed to use his first name," Arianna replied.“Why not?” Anna asked. “It’s his rule darlin’. I am to call him nothing but master or sir, while talking to or about him.” Arianna replies.They continued walking. Holmes' office for the grand revelation.To make a long story short, we did not at all like the results. Dr. Holmes was able to point out on the CAT scan result a tiny bone chip that was buried in my brain right at my controls responsible for transferring the speech commands from my brain to my muscles. The upshot was that I would never talk unless that bone chip was removed. Unfortunately, that bone chip was unreachable. Any surgery would do so much damage to the rest of my brain, that I would. One day, after chores, when it was really warm, Sarah, Annie and I were down by the pond just kicking our feet in the water. We were waving sticks across the pond, like we were magicians, and generally having fun. Sarah asked, "Did either of us feel like we wanted to go back to the other way?"For a moment there was dead silence then I spoke up and said, "go back to being beat up every day for doing nothing wrong? No way!"Annie said that if that were the only option she'd just as soon run away.