She is still so young. She forgot she gave her ID to me . . . silly teen girl.We get to the boarding aria where Sara asks for a seat next to the windo...w. I tell her its fine by me. The cabin is big; three by three seats across. We have two seats next to window over the right wing. Sara looks so cute in that to large jacket I gave her. I take her shirt. It is almost dry.She takes it and opens the zipper of her jacket. I look at her and say. “What are you doing? The plane is nearly full.” Seemly. .what i mean is, i think there is a god but not the one that the religions paint in an image....but i guess that's what needs to be done....everyone needs a shoulder to lean on in there bad times and alot of people lean towards 'god'...sometimes i just wish things were simpler..." pat said in a questioning tone."things are simply. The humanity as a society is simple, it's human as an individual that's complicated. society is stats, how many people buy this how many people buy that....as. Miranda laughed lightly. "That certainly won't hurt our prospects!"When she went home later; and told Peter about her day; her younger brother was nothing but supportive towards her."You're so skilled, your speed typing and shorthand, the fact that you were Mr Harding's Personal Assistant, and your position was of such a confidential nature ... I'm convinced that you'll walk into another job ... Easy!" It might take a little time though..." Miranda fretted.Peter smiled reassuringly at her.. A constant state of confusion ensued as none of the characters knew the others were playing this game and compromising situations developed as a minister exited stage left and another entered stage right.Add an old man who showed up on Saturday nights to drink with the preacher and argue about Daylight Saving Time, and an unexplained woman in a hijab who kept wandering through and looking in windows as if she was waiting for her cue. Which never came.I could see churches protesting, mosques.