I liked being with her. I liked working with her. I hoped somehow, that could be continued, even if the physical side of our relationship was over.“...What’s bugging you?” Dave asked as we passed Harlem Avenue on the Eisenhower Expressway.“That traffic sucks here because of the stupid left-hand exits and entrances at Austin and Harlem,” I said.Dave laughed, “Bullshit. You were moody when you picked me up at the house this morning.”“No, Moody is a Bible college on the North Side,” I chuckled.“Hardy. The paper crackled like a leaf as the girl unwrapped her prize. A hard sweet, but not sticky. Not immediately, at least. She rolled it between her fingers, feeling the rough, round shape. Then she placed it on her tongue and curled it into her mouth. The flavor came immediately, exactly the taste she had expected. A meadow of yellow with bees in the air and flowers filling the breeze with their scent. She bit down and the shell of the sweet shattered, letting flow a syrup that had a pleasant. I remember the bright sunny day we drove out to some dog kennels where unwanted dogs could be paired up with a new owner.We were shown round the place by old Ken Barker who ran the place.Mother was charmed when he had shown her some cute and cuddly pedigree pooches but meanwhile I was attracted to a handsome two year old brown mongrel.As soon as I stroked him he was wagging his tail and trying to lick me where he shouldn’t!Then old Mr Barker saw and winked at me saying, “Well now Miss, you. The rest of the family felt the same way. Unlike back home on Earth where the question of divine intervention was hotly debated, here we knew that our lives were being manipulated by unseen entities. It was a little disconcerting.Sarah was the one who grabbed onto the issue first. She quickly recruited Lizzy and Karen to help her out. I'd learn later just how big of a job that the question became for them. Seeing that their days were being spent working at the building site, their research.