When we got to the cafeteria, she asked me to help her find the non-nasty food, but I refused.“It is on the sign. Just read it,” I told Wren.She d...d, without using her fingers to read the Braille.“Don’t go for what looks like fried rice. It isn’t a meal they made nasty on purpose, and it was already nasty when it came over here from Asia. Stick with the meats and green veggies. Your body needs the proteins and nutrients,” I cautioned.Wren still acted like she was blind, even trying to tap her. She had even found a few Neo-Tantra followers who were qualified to teach Basic Ed, as well as being thoroughly grounded in Neo-Tantra theory and practice.Isabella's call didn't interrupt the discussion. They had returned to their room, still talking about Maria's ideas. Pru took the call. "What's up?" This morning, she had gotten out of bed feeling as though she had spent too much time in the Salle, and now she was stretching and limbering up. She set the com so Isabella could easily see. I quickly walked past all my admirers, into an open and clean booth, and as I was shutting and locking my door I saw an older and very good looking black man go into the booth on my left.The red light flashed as soon as I sat down, and for the first time I decided to try out this new visual feature. I hit the yes button and that made the dark curtains between our two booths go up. And then I was face to face with this attractive older black stranger.We smiled at each other and then I began to. Letting her hair down, she pulls out of the parking lot and heads toward the bake shop. This is one of those days that she has taken off early to go help her brother and sister-in-law. The sun is shining, taking away a hint of the cold from the wintery air.Traffic is heavy this time of day, but it is moving fairly quickly. Being only lunch time, it isn’t as hectic as it would be if it were time for everyone to be heading home from work. Rory finds a station playing Christmas music and starts.