“He said OK.”“Tomorrow?”“Yeah, about midday”Lauren went into bustle-mode, running round the house, ironing clothes and tidying her bedroom... an activity that her mother found amusing in itself.That night, as Lauren lay in bed and looked through her bedroom window at the moon shining between the mountains, she tried to visualise how the next day might be. She ran through the introductions she would perform after meeting him at the bus stop, where they could go to have lunch, and what they might. "Maybe she'll talk to me."Amy Sue gave Missy a quick hug. "Thank you, Missy!" I could see tears in her eyes.I must have looked confused because Amy Sue smiled through the tears and put her hand on my arm. "Missy stops in to see Mom whenever she's in the hospital. You did know that your girlfriend volunteers at the hospital on Sundays and Wednesdays, didn't you John? You're a pretty lucky guy, John; your girlfriend is special."I had known that Missy did volunteer work at the hospital, but I'd. Most of the time, she could write them off the top of her head. She had an amazing mind for numbers, deciding somewhere along the way, that numbers were easier to convey than words.Her temper, I figured, was a direct result of her frustration at not being able to talk. She had been born with a severely under-developed larynx. As a result, she has never been able to speak. All of her communications are either written or in sign language.I watched as she passed Catherine a note, while still. I know of your fullpast Nancy."I thought for a short time.Then I said, "That still brings me back to myquestion of how can I trust you ? From what I learned about Spells R Us,is that most of you wizards are practial jokers both on your fellowwizards and us normal people. There are times it looked like you didntcare who got hit with your jokes."He said, "That maybe true. However there is somethings we should talkabout in private."I did agree and we were back at my place in a wink of an eye.He.