She was about to yell when Sandra said, "Mom, will you be quiet and watch?"Sandra moved her skin into position with her fingers and the wound sealed. ...Cells that had been separated by the knife were united with their neighbours once again. With a bit of manipulation the wound was closed perfectly. Margaret was amazed but not as much as when three minutes passed the wound itself had disappeared. Megan got a damp cloth and washed away the blood. Sandra presented the arm to her mother. Margaret. ”“Why don’t we go for a ride where we can talk? Tell your parents we will probably get supper so it might be late when you get back.”“They aren’t here, but I will just leave them a note that I’m going out and will be back late.”“Sounds great. You are not even going to tell them who you are going with?”“I don’t want them grilling me about us getting back together.”“Oh, OK.”I locked up the house and we headed out. For the first half hour, we drove, heading out of town while he asked me all about. That situation would only get worse, as the school was going to computerized grading the next year. Thank goodness some fifth grade teacher was going to have to be the one to have to come to grips with the school computer.Linda had brought the subject up to her husband, Ryan, once, since he knew more about computers than she did. He hadn't been any help. "It could be worse," he'd said. "Imagine if she got married to someone else with a hyphenated name? I mean, how'd you like to have to deal. She nodded. "Don' say anything to anyone about this, and tell your sources the same thing. If word got out these pinche cabrones" — I knew that translated roughly into fucking bastards — "would leave a pile of dead bodies — an' one of them might be yours — before they vanished and we'd never catch up to 'em."No shit, Sherlock.Hush!She obviously had another thought. "You didn' make a copy of any of this on your system, did you?"I shook my head."So what happens now?" We gotta get warrants, make.