Mary opened the door and helped her inside with it. Sue had emerged from the dining room now. “Mitsumi, this is my friend Sue. I'm sorry but we are ...ust getting ready to go out. We both have appointments this morning. My husband rang me to say that someone would be coming, but he did not say when. It’s not a problem, though, the spare room is ready, and I expect that you are tired from the journey. Would you like something to eat? I’m afraid I don’t know anything about Japanese food." “Thank. I'm guessing that you are a PhD student. Am I right?”“Yes. I'm Suzanne Jones. I'm in my first year of a PhD at Adelaide Uni.”I introduced her to the rest of our little group, and we all chatted together for a while, until the booze ran out and people started to drift away. As I started to drift away too, Suzanne seemed to drift with me.“That was good of you, Bill, to include me in your little group.”“Well it wasn't my little group, but I remember when I was a student at my first conference and. Soon, she would not even knowthe tattoos existed until she looked upon herself with her Winter Sight.The second class was alchemy, which managed to create much more interestfor Jaux. The lesson was also the first time Jaux ever set foot in anapothecary. She never really thought of potions as very interesting magicbefore, since many well known medicines included potions. However, eversince Jaux learned about Norman, and how he was an ace class student whoused potions, she'd become curious about. ’ Holding her shoulders, I backed to the shelf and sat down. Ann started at my head, the hand without the pad leading the other one. First, a delicate examination with her fingertips, then a gentle, slow rub with the soap scrubber. Her face alternately pointed toward me, then away as she used other senses to feel and ‘see’ me. The expressions on her face as she washed me ranged from contentment, to serenity, to anger when she reached the scars. The pace and pressure of her scrubbing increased.