.. she ... she would be in real trouble if you did that!" Not more than you would be!" Oh no, for her it would be much worse than for me!" How so?" Br...enda wanted to know."It's ... Umm..." Janet started saying and then looked down at her hands in her lap.Brenda noticed that Janet was really concerned about something. Especially, because Janet didn't even seem to worry at all about her own predicament."What is it about Melinda that worries you so much?" Brenda asked.Janet looked up at her. Can you tell me more?" I asked."Better yet, let me show you a special room in the basement. Follow me."Soon I was following Sue down her stairs into the basement. She opened the door and it looked like a small schoolroom. Around two of the walls was a large blackboard. The room had a large wooden teacher's desk with some paddles hanging from it, and there were three old wooden student desks."This does remind me of my old school days." I said."If you would like to relive your old school. " Sheriff, until yesterday, I never heard of the man. I'm here doingresearch on a wagon train and its members that passed through here in1897."She handed the sheriff a card with NYU's history department's phonenumber. She went on to describe her research project in detail, whilethe sheriff listened skeptically. From the glazed look in his eyes whenshe was done, she doubted that he absorbed more than one word out ofthree.Just as she had finished her little dissertation, the door behind. " Bill took several more steps. "Philip seems to really enjoy the time he spends working at the ranches and the farm." Bill stopped talking.The look Bill sported was not one of the ones where his implant communication had commanded his attention. Ray-ray decided to probe with a question. "Do you think Randy will want to be a farmer?" Sorry," Bill looked at both Ray-ray and Tiffany. "I just remembered that Randy's last few science projects were in the botany category." What are his chances of.