Not that I really noticed. “Uh huh,” I muttered while I was scribbling notes about some inane topic from the book. “Oh, so you know, I sent you ...more of those cookies you like. Let me know when you get them, honey. Wouldn't want your classmates to eat them before you can,” she laughed. “Funny ma. Thanks,” I chuckled a little. “I got to go, Hun, My shift starts in an hour. Love you.” “Love you too, mom. Bye,” I said as I hung up, not fully sure what the conversation was about. And I nearly forgot. Scott began to consider whether it would be possible to identify specialists who covered a number of different fields so that he would be getting the most out of each individual.The list of the kind of skills and people he thought he would need continued to grow and he was becoming quite depressed by the scale of it all. He had identified over thirty core skills ranging across science, computing, engineering, electronics, medicine, teaching, manufacturing, food processing, and construction. Then I remembered that we never exchanged names and asked her for name…she gave her and I gave mine and then we started talking on different topics…During all our conversation I was observing her body language, she had become comfortable. Now we moved to the doorway of the compartment as we didn’t want to wake others up with our talk. She was shivering due to cold air to which I shared my blanket wrapped around me…Now we both were in the same blanket and were sitting at the doorway.With all our. The vertical bolt at thebottom of the door had been jarred loose and slid into it's hole in thefloor. I was locked out, keyless and hopeless! I had horrificpremonitions of my mother letting me in and forcing me to explainmyself. How the hell do I explain this? I didn't buy this girlyunderwear by accident. This mini-skirt didn't fall out of the attic (orfrom heaven for that matter). Pigtails are not the latest craze forteenage boys. All this is obvious, but why am I dressed like this? Ihave no.