Suddenly the phone rang. Talitensed. Oh I hope not. It's such a nice evening. Maybe it's just Emily, callingto gossip. "Fenton, will you get that" she...asked, her voice shaking. Fenton got up and ambled to the phone. Taliloved him. Fenton's discolored teeth crooked up in a smile as he talked towhoever it was on the phone, and he pushed his mended spectacles back on hislarge, Semitic nose. Fenton "Hot" Weir was half Jewish, one quarterblack and a quarter "mutt" as he often said, and was an. "Of course my dear girl," Nimrod huffs and glares at Saul from his seat in the rocking chair, but he softens it within seconds."You were gone for some time. That- is- all," Saul offers as an explanation. He carefully sets out tea serving for the three of us."Could we have some bread and jam too?" I ask sweetly.Although is has been dark out for a good couple of hours, it is not late, but our diner was sometime ago. I know I am hungry again, even if they are not.Saul snorts between pouring the. “Not precisely, honey, but I think I know what’s going on,” replied Tom. He had been here by himself once or twice.“Trust me, you want to come here! There is something we need to get you,” interjected Paige. She took Terry’s hand and pulled her towards the door. Bob and Tom grinned at each other and followed the two women.“Oh my God!” exclaimed Terry as she entered the building. The clerk at the counter rolled his eyes; half the people who came in were too embarrassed to say anything, but for. There was an instant burst of brightness as the light went off in his eyes like a flashbulb, then died completely. Wesley was left in the total darkness with a myriad of colors burned on his retinas by the blinding flash. He had never realized that there were so many colors inherent in darkness. They continued to move and play in his eyes. He could feel his eyelids open and close, but could see no difference in the darkness nor in the patterns of color that lit it.He continued to half stumble.