Jason fit anywhere and was no problem-beyond the normal boyhood battles. He had few of those, being a kid who, though larger than the other boys in hi... class, made friends easily. Most of the other kids preferred to be his friend.Moira was the same, but for somewhat different reasons. I think it was magic. Hanna says she has exceptionally well-developed social skills.Computer technology had finally progressed to the point that, if one wanted, it could all be controlled by voice. Moira had her. When it was her turn to go into the office being used by Detective Romano to sort out the victims from the suspects, she saw the suspicion in his eyes right away. She began to use some distracting tactics to get his mind off the explosion. First, she leaned forward and pulled up her school uniform skirt and showed "Bull" the scrape on the inside of her knee."I got hurt when we had to leave the classroom in a hurry. I think I am bleeding. She opened her leg to show the minor injury and made sure. ” I said pointing to the guest room. I did not want to miss out even the smallest of all fun.“Hey dad, how was your day?” I asked him a cheerful voice. He was back from his office.“It was fine my boy.” he replied. He was tired.“Martha , get me something” He called my mom for some salad.“Coming honey” Mom replied. Her voice seemed perfectly normal as if nothing happened.“Dad , did you read today's newspaper ? Yankees lost to New Orleans” I said in a low voice handing him the paper.“Its all right. He complimented my little black dress and added how different I looked outside of work. I smiled and thanked him. We walked along Main St. and found a quiet little Italian restaraunt. Rob was such a gentleman; he opened doors, pulled my chair out and even ordered for the two of us. We talked over dinner and got to know each other better. He told me about his career in law enforcement and I told him about my dancing. The more we talked, the more I liked him. We finished dinner and went to pier.