Oh, I'm not telling this right. It was a plate in a book about aboriginal painting. I looked at it and told the woman that there was a sick man being ...atched by women in a land with hills and a rock hole. She thanked me and went away. How did I know that?" Well, a lot of the images are standard..." You know that stuff! I don't know much of it!" Well, you're learning more all the time. We saw things in Adelaide and in Melbourne. But I think you are being gifted with some ability. What else?". "They already know each other." It's obvious they're not buddies."I said, "But John, you said you didn't know Mom when I told you she worked at the hospital."Mom looked at me. The look was toned down a bit but I could feel her stare."I don't want to have anything to do with that man. It's bad enough I have to put up with him at work but I'll be damned if I will on my time off. And the reason he said that is he can't be bothered to learn any of our names." Mom, 'that man' is right over there. He. I had just watched my wife of two years take another man into our room, right in front of me. I wanted to say something, anything. I wanted to scream, to yell, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing you, stupid bitch?” But my shock had momentarily deprived me of the ability to speak. I could only stare uncomprehendingly at the door to our bedroom with my heart pounding and my throat constricting.Susan’s voice became loud… her cries of lust were easily heard through the door. “Oh, OH… MY GOD…. I still have another hour and a half to go."I followed her back to the classroom and took my seat. I realized that she was really smart, obviously very driven, and in spite of all that, a very nice person; she was one of the first young women I had really felt comfortable with.The classes continued. After Sandy wound up with the VFL discussions, the instructors went on to discuss the fixed and floating point units. We barely got through them by the end of the first week. I was quite intrigued.