The Muse that Soothes the Savage Beast
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Chapter Three
Chapter Three
After 11:00 that night, Hank is taking his turn and performing his bed check rounds. It is so quiet in the halls that he can hear the rain pelting heavily on the roof. All students are in their rooms, but there are a few rooms with students still up reading or on the computer that he tells to get into bed to go to sleep.
When Hank is at Rogue’s room and she is still on the computer, he says, “It’s after eleven, Marie. Lights need to be out, and students need to be in bed.”
Rogue then asks sarcastically as she is typing away, “How much can I get if I bet that once you’re done checkin’ the rooms that you’ll be goin’ straight to the lab and workin’ several more hours before goin’ to bed yourself?”
Hank chuckles and answers with another question, “How much do you think I would win if I bet that everyone in this mansion thinks that you are a smart aleck?”
“Touché,” she replies as she shuts down her computer. Then she turns off the desk light and crawls into the bed. “G’night, Hank.”
“Sleep well, Ms. D’Canto.” He closes the door to her room and continues the evening rooms check with no other problems. On his way back to the lab, he passes the front door and hears the intercom at the entranceway beeping, causing his ears to perk up. He returns to the door to look at the screen that shows the feed from the camera at the front gate. The slender figure standing at the gate is hooded and drenched, arms crossed over the chest, with a book bag strapped on its back. Next to the figure is a motorcycle, smaller than any of Logan’s, with a duffle bag and a helmet tied on the back seat.
The face of the figure is looking up at the gate away from the camera when Hank presses the button on the intercom and asks, “Yes, can I help you?”
The figure faces the speaker, and Hank can now see Kady’s face, squinting in the rain. “Yes, I hope ya can. I’m Kady O’Halloran. I was here earlier in the evenin’, and I was told by Dr. McCoy that I could come here if I needed anythin’.”
Hank smirks and asks, “I remember offering that, but I also remember requesting that you call me ‘Hank’.”
Now recognizing the familiar voice, she chuckles and says, “Well, I didn’t know it was you on the other end, now did I? But I’m getting’ a bit drenched out here, so could ya please let me in?”
“I think I might be able to manage that. Just follow the driveway up the left side so you can park in the garage.” He enters in the numeric combination to the gate then makes his way toward the garage. Upon reaching his destination, Hank opens the garage door, and Kady slowly pulls in, parking close to the other motorcycles. She smiles as she climbs off her bike, pulls back the hood of her jacket, which didn’t do much to keep her head dry because her long, curly hair is soaking wet, and takes off her book bag.
She wipes her wet face on the even wetter sleeve of her jacket before he comes up to her with a clean towel. “I thought you would need something to dry yourself.”
She takes the towel, thoroughly wiping her wet face before saying, “Thank ya. I was getting’ soaked to the bone just drivin’ around.” Then she flips over and rubs the towel through her hair.
“What happened to force you out into this inclement weather?”
She stands up straight again, taking off her jacket and wrapping the towel around herself before answering with a scoff, “That eejit Stephen and I had a huge row when I showed up at the pub, and he fired me. Not only did he no have compassion when I told him my reasons for bein’ gone, he found someone else to take my place.”
“And what about the place where you were residing?”
She sucks in a breath through her teeth and rolls her eyes. “Well, let’s just say I got my honey where I made and kept my bread,” she replies before she turns to unstrap her duffle from her bike.
Hank raises an eyebrow as he asks, “You were residing at the pub?”
“Bingo. I had a free room upstairs while I worked at the pub, I kept the tips, my singin’ brought in extra business… and I kept Stephen company a few nights a week while I was in the play since I wasn’t workin’ for the room.”
His jaw drops in shock. “You do realize that you could bring a suit against him for sexual discrimination and harassment in the work place, don’t you?”
She shrugs her shoulders and picks up her bags. “He’s not worth the trouble. Besides, the job was a Nixer.”
“Pardon me?”
“Oh, sorry. Umm… a ‘Nixer’ is a job that someone has where they are paid on the hush-hush. To come right out with it, I was never on the offical payroll of Kelleher’s Restaurant and Pub, so if I were to bring in Stephen, I would get in trouble as well. Besides, if he does that again to the girl in his employ now, I know that she will be the one to get him in trouble.”
“How do you know that?”
“This girl is serving alcohol and keeping an older man company when she is not of legal age to do either… I’d much rather see Stephen suffer for that crime.” She laughs a bit before removing the towel from about her shoulders, puts back on her book bag, then picks up her duffle. “Enough of that nonsense. It’s behind me, and I’m better off.”
He nods and replies, “Quite right. You do not belong in the presence of cretins like him. Now, if you will just follow me, I can show you to a room.”
Kady follows him out of the garage and into the hallways of the mansion “I really do appreciate this, Hank, and I hope I’m not being any trouble.”
“You are no trouble at all. I was making sure everyone was in their rooms for the night when I passed by the intercom that was beeping, informing me that someone was at the gate. So if I wasn’t up inspecting the rooms for the nightly bed check, you would still be standing out in the rain until someone else came to the door or you left.” He stops at a room at the back of the hallway and opens the door for Kady to walk in. “This is where you can stay. I am sorry that this isn’t much, but…”
“Oh, but this is great. I don’t have to worry about the noise from the pub, it’s much cleaner here than at the pub, and there are no ‘Stephens’ here… there aren’t, are there?”
He chuckles then responds, “There may be a few men here that are not too gentlemanlike, but I don’t believe that they compare to Stephen, the way you described him.”
“Then this place is already a thousand times better than Kelleher’s.” She tosses her bags on the bed then turns back to Hank who is keeping back at the door frame.
“This is the girls’ hallway, and the community bathrooms are in the middle of the hallway, to the left and to the right. There are blankets and towels up in the top shelf of the closet. If you are needing anything to eat or drink, I can show you to the kitchen, if you’d like.”
She digs around in her duffle and pulls out a light robe to put on over her wet clothes then digs around a bit more as she says, “I think I will have a bit of tea, but I… just have to… ah, here it is.” She turns and holds up a small metal tin then walks out the door, and Hank closes the door behind her before leading her into the kitchen. Kady picks up the tea kettle on the stove and finding it empty, she takes it to the sink to fill it.
He goes to the cabinet and gets out a cup for her. “Do you take any cream or sugar?”
“Just a bit of sugar for the night tea,” she answers as she places the now full kettle on the eye of the stove and turns it to high. “My night tea is a mixture of peppermint, spearmint, and chamomile, and that doesn’t taste so good with cream in it. My breakfast tea, however, surely needs cream. What I’ve heard about the true Irish breakfast tea is that it is strong enough for a mouse to trot on: comparable to the common cup of mornin’ coffee to get one up and goin’ in the mornin’. I, personally, don’t need it to wake me up, but it reminds me of home, no matter where I am.”
“Ah, yes, one must always keep a remembrancer of home. I read in the playbill that you came over from Ireland when you were only seventeen. Why did you immigrate here at such a young age, if you don’t mind my asking.”
Kady’s smile falls, and her hands start to fiddle with the metal tin. “Um… my mother and father were caught in the middle of a riot and killed.”
An expression of sympathy washes over Hank’s face as he says, “I am sorry. I didn’t mean to depress you by dredging up such a horrible moment; I was just curious, and sometimes it can get the better of me.”
She shakes her head, and the smile grows back on her face. “That’s alright. They’re in a better place now, but that doesn’t stop me from missin’ them.”
“Of course. So what made you came to America in particular then?”
“I wanted to get away from all the riots and attacks for one, but the main reason is the presence of my great-uncle Frankie here in New York. When he heard about my parents, he offered a place for me to live away from all the turmoil in our homeland. Coincidentally, he owned a pub also, and he lived in the rooms above it. I took care of him and even helped him manage the pub until he died of a heart attack about… ten months ago.”
“How tragic. One should not be subjected to such responsibility and loss at such a young age.”
“Well, I can handle the pressure, and I have coped fairly well. Anyway, Uncle Frankie took good care of me while I was livin’ with him. I learned a lot about my family, and I learned a bit of the business there too. Even with all that experience in my uncle’s pub, I was still given an entry level job at Kelleher’s, but in hindsight, I believe that my experience had little to do with my being hired. So much for the land of opportunity, eh?”
At that moment, the tea kettle starts whistling, and Kady gets up from her stool at the island where she is sitting with Hank to take the kettle off of the eye. She reaches into the cabinet for another cup as she asks, “I’m sorry that I didn’t ask earlier, but would ya care to share a cup of tea with me? It’s my fault that you’re up this late, and it’s the least I can do to help ya get a good night’s rest.”
“I believe I would, Kady, thank you. I could use something to help me sleep, that is for certain.” I do have some work to do, but I’ll take a cup to humor her, he thinks as she prepares his cup and places it in front of him. She takes her previous seat at the island with the cup in her hands, eyes closed, and inhales the steam deeply, encouraging Hank to do so as well. “Ah, even the aroma in the steam has soporific properties.”
He starts to bring the cup to his lips, then Kady calmly places her hand on the rim of his cup, lowering his hand and bit and saying, “I will warn ya that the tea is extremely hot. Besides, ya haven’t allowed the tea to completely infuse into the water. If ya sipped it now, it would just be slightly flavored, sweetened water, so I’d give it a few more minutes to cool and brew.”
He nods and places the cup back on the table while she continues to hold her cup up to her face, drawing in the steady flow of steam into her nostrils. “Now, there is a bit of business that must be taken care of in the morning with Professor Xavier if you will be residing here for an extended period of time. Would I be right in guessing that you probably do not have the funds needed for your stay?”
With a bit of a blush coming to her cheeks, she nods her head. “Like I said before, I was paid very little for the actual work because I worked for room and board and the only money I really saw was from tips that I saved… which were still fairly meager.”
“Then maybe you could come to an arrangement with Charles. He is rather flexible when it comes to those that need help and have no way of monetary payment. You may even be able to attend some classes, if you wish to do so. You would have to meet with him in his office before his first class at 8:00 in the morning.”
Nodding her head, she blows a bit on the hot liquid in the cup then replies, “Of course I can. Usually, I am up with the sun, so gettin’ there for the meetin’ shouldn’t be a problem. Thanks again for takin’ me in this late at night.”
“You are most certainly welcome, Kady. You don’t need to be out there in this weather, searching for a safe place to settle down for the night, especially after being evicted by such an… ‘eejit’ like Stephen,” he responds, chuckling at his attempt at her slang.
Stifling her laughter, she smiles as she brings the cup to her lips, lightly blows on the tea, then takes a small sip with her eyes closed. “Mmm… perfect.”
With the positive comment about the tea, Hank brings his own cup to his lips and takes a small sip, a smile starting to form. “This tea is extremely soothing and relaxing. I can understand why you drink it to help you sleep, because I believe it is working on me, Kady.”
“I think I know a thing or two about tea, Hank.” She gets up from her stool, her cup in one hand and her tea tin in the other. “Um, is it alright if I take this cup to my room, or do I have to keep the dishes in here while I’m usin' them?”
Hank takes another sip from his cup then shakes his head. “I think you can take that to your room, as long as you bring it back here in the morning. We are supposed to discourage the students from constantly taking dishes back to their rooms, because they hardly even bring them back. So don’t forget to bring it back, or else I’ll get in trouble.” He chuckles as he gets up from his stool and begins to walk towards the door to the hallway.
“Well, thank ya for lettin’ me be an exception. Don’t worry: I won’t blab on ya.” She laughs softly as she follows him out into the hallway, walking towards the girls’ hall. She turns back to him as he is walking down the other end of the hall and calls to him. “Thanks again, Hank.”
He turns his head to her and replies, “You’re welcome. Just be sure to meet with Charles before his classes start.”
“Yes, sir. I won’t forget. Good night.” She continues down the hall then around the corner out of his sight before he stops at the lab.
Gazing at the steaming cup of tea in his hand, he thinks to himself, There is still going to be work waiting on me when I wake up, and he continues on to his own room to give himself an early night… something he hasn’t done in quite a while because of his devotion to his work, but he surely needed.
*Author’s Note*
Sorry this chapter took so long to put up. I have the tendency to have an idea for something, know how it starts, then freeze when it comes to all the middle/transition parts. I really hope to get some feedback from the ones that do read this, and I’ll take anything: good, bad, ugly… although, I hope not TOO ugly! Please rate and review!!!! I need some feedback and comments about how you think the story is going, and what you might like to see later on in the story. I have some stuff that isn’t going to change, but ideas are ALWAYS considered. Thanks again to those who have been reading, and I hope that what I have been writing is pleasing for you to read as it is for me to write and read.
Write on,
Aldys Annabel Clairveux })j({
After 11:00 that night, Hank is taking his turn and performing his bed check rounds. It is so quiet in the halls that he can hear the rain pelting heavily on the roof. All students are in their rooms, but there are a few rooms with students still up reading or on the computer that he tells to get into bed to go to sleep.
When Hank is at Rogue’s room and she is still on the computer, he says, “It’s after eleven, Marie. Lights need to be out, and students need to be in bed.”
Rogue then asks sarcastically as she is typing away, “How much can I get if I bet that once you’re done checkin’ the rooms that you’ll be goin’ straight to the lab and workin’ several more hours before goin’ to bed yourself?”
Hank chuckles and answers with another question, “How much do you think I would win if I bet that everyone in this mansion thinks that you are a smart aleck?”
“Touché,” she replies as she shuts down her computer. Then she turns off the desk light and crawls into the bed. “G’night, Hank.”
“Sleep well, Ms. D’Canto.” He closes the door to her room and continues the evening rooms check with no other problems. On his way back to the lab, he passes the front door and hears the intercom at the entranceway beeping, causing his ears to perk up. He returns to the door to look at the screen that shows the feed from the camera at the front gate. The slender figure standing at the gate is hooded and drenched, arms crossed over the chest, with a book bag strapped on its back. Next to the figure is a motorcycle, smaller than any of Logan’s, with a duffle bag and a helmet tied on the back seat.
The face of the figure is looking up at the gate away from the camera when Hank presses the button on the intercom and asks, “Yes, can I help you?”
The figure faces the speaker, and Hank can now see Kady’s face, squinting in the rain. “Yes, I hope ya can. I’m Kady O’Halloran. I was here earlier in the evenin’, and I was told by Dr. McCoy that I could come here if I needed anythin’.”
Hank smirks and asks, “I remember offering that, but I also remember requesting that you call me ‘Hank’.”
Now recognizing the familiar voice, she chuckles and says, “Well, I didn’t know it was you on the other end, now did I? But I’m getting’ a bit drenched out here, so could ya please let me in?”
“I think I might be able to manage that. Just follow the driveway up the left side so you can park in the garage.” He enters in the numeric combination to the gate then makes his way toward the garage. Upon reaching his destination, Hank opens the garage door, and Kady slowly pulls in, parking close to the other motorcycles. She smiles as she climbs off her bike, pulls back the hood of her jacket, which didn’t do much to keep her head dry because her long, curly hair is soaking wet, and takes off her book bag.
She wipes her wet face on the even wetter sleeve of her jacket before he comes up to her with a clean towel. “I thought you would need something to dry yourself.”
She takes the towel, thoroughly wiping her wet face before saying, “Thank ya. I was getting’ soaked to the bone just drivin’ around.” Then she flips over and rubs the towel through her hair.
“What happened to force you out into this inclement weather?”
She stands up straight again, taking off her jacket and wrapping the towel around herself before answering with a scoff, “That eejit Stephen and I had a huge row when I showed up at the pub, and he fired me. Not only did he no have compassion when I told him my reasons for bein’ gone, he found someone else to take my place.”
“And what about the place where you were residing?”
She sucks in a breath through her teeth and rolls her eyes. “Well, let’s just say I got my honey where I made and kept my bread,” she replies before she turns to unstrap her duffle from her bike.
Hank raises an eyebrow as he asks, “You were residing at the pub?”
“Bingo. I had a free room upstairs while I worked at the pub, I kept the tips, my singin’ brought in extra business… and I kept Stephen company a few nights a week while I was in the play since I wasn’t workin’ for the room.”
His jaw drops in shock. “You do realize that you could bring a suit against him for sexual discrimination and harassment in the work place, don’t you?”
She shrugs her shoulders and picks up her bags. “He’s not worth the trouble. Besides, the job was a Nixer.”
“Pardon me?”
“Oh, sorry. Umm… a ‘Nixer’ is a job that someone has where they are paid on the hush-hush. To come right out with it, I was never on the offical payroll of Kelleher’s Restaurant and Pub, so if I were to bring in Stephen, I would get in trouble as well. Besides, if he does that again to the girl in his employ now, I know that she will be the one to get him in trouble.”
“How do you know that?”
“This girl is serving alcohol and keeping an older man company when she is not of legal age to do either… I’d much rather see Stephen suffer for that crime.” She laughs a bit before removing the towel from about her shoulders, puts back on her book bag, then picks up her duffle. “Enough of that nonsense. It’s behind me, and I’m better off.”
He nods and replies, “Quite right. You do not belong in the presence of cretins like him. Now, if you will just follow me, I can show you to a room.”
Kady follows him out of the garage and into the hallways of the mansion “I really do appreciate this, Hank, and I hope I’m not being any trouble.”
“You are no trouble at all. I was making sure everyone was in their rooms for the night when I passed by the intercom that was beeping, informing me that someone was at the gate. So if I wasn’t up inspecting the rooms for the nightly bed check, you would still be standing out in the rain until someone else came to the door or you left.” He stops at a room at the back of the hallway and opens the door for Kady to walk in. “This is where you can stay. I am sorry that this isn’t much, but…”
“Oh, but this is great. I don’t have to worry about the noise from the pub, it’s much cleaner here than at the pub, and there are no ‘Stephens’ here… there aren’t, are there?”
He chuckles then responds, “There may be a few men here that are not too gentlemanlike, but I don’t believe that they compare to Stephen, the way you described him.”
“Then this place is already a thousand times better than Kelleher’s.” She tosses her bags on the bed then turns back to Hank who is keeping back at the door frame.
“This is the girls’ hallway, and the community bathrooms are in the middle of the hallway, to the left and to the right. There are blankets and towels up in the top shelf of the closet. If you are needing anything to eat or drink, I can show you to the kitchen, if you’d like.”
She digs around in her duffle and pulls out a light robe to put on over her wet clothes then digs around a bit more as she says, “I think I will have a bit of tea, but I… just have to… ah, here it is.” She turns and holds up a small metal tin then walks out the door, and Hank closes the door behind her before leading her into the kitchen. Kady picks up the tea kettle on the stove and finding it empty, she takes it to the sink to fill it.
He goes to the cabinet and gets out a cup for her. “Do you take any cream or sugar?”
“Just a bit of sugar for the night tea,” she answers as she places the now full kettle on the eye of the stove and turns it to high. “My night tea is a mixture of peppermint, spearmint, and chamomile, and that doesn’t taste so good with cream in it. My breakfast tea, however, surely needs cream. What I’ve heard about the true Irish breakfast tea is that it is strong enough for a mouse to trot on: comparable to the common cup of mornin’ coffee to get one up and goin’ in the mornin’. I, personally, don’t need it to wake me up, but it reminds me of home, no matter where I am.”
“Ah, yes, one must always keep a remembrancer of home. I read in the playbill that you came over from Ireland when you were only seventeen. Why did you immigrate here at such a young age, if you don’t mind my asking.”
Kady’s smile falls, and her hands start to fiddle with the metal tin. “Um… my mother and father were caught in the middle of a riot and killed.”
An expression of sympathy washes over Hank’s face as he says, “I am sorry. I didn’t mean to depress you by dredging up such a horrible moment; I was just curious, and sometimes it can get the better of me.”
She shakes her head, and the smile grows back on her face. “That’s alright. They’re in a better place now, but that doesn’t stop me from missin’ them.”
“Of course. So what made you came to America in particular then?”
“I wanted to get away from all the riots and attacks for one, but the main reason is the presence of my great-uncle Frankie here in New York. When he heard about my parents, he offered a place for me to live away from all the turmoil in our homeland. Coincidentally, he owned a pub also, and he lived in the rooms above it. I took care of him and even helped him manage the pub until he died of a heart attack about… ten months ago.”
“How tragic. One should not be subjected to such responsibility and loss at such a young age.”
“Well, I can handle the pressure, and I have coped fairly well. Anyway, Uncle Frankie took good care of me while I was livin’ with him. I learned a lot about my family, and I learned a bit of the business there too. Even with all that experience in my uncle’s pub, I was still given an entry level job at Kelleher’s, but in hindsight, I believe that my experience had little to do with my being hired. So much for the land of opportunity, eh?”
At that moment, the tea kettle starts whistling, and Kady gets up from her stool at the island where she is sitting with Hank to take the kettle off of the eye. She reaches into the cabinet for another cup as she asks, “I’m sorry that I didn’t ask earlier, but would ya care to share a cup of tea with me? It’s my fault that you’re up this late, and it’s the least I can do to help ya get a good night’s rest.”
“I believe I would, Kady, thank you. I could use something to help me sleep, that is for certain.” I do have some work to do, but I’ll take a cup to humor her, he thinks as she prepares his cup and places it in front of him. She takes her previous seat at the island with the cup in her hands, eyes closed, and inhales the steam deeply, encouraging Hank to do so as well. “Ah, even the aroma in the steam has soporific properties.”
He starts to bring the cup to his lips, then Kady calmly places her hand on the rim of his cup, lowering his hand and bit and saying, “I will warn ya that the tea is extremely hot. Besides, ya haven’t allowed the tea to completely infuse into the water. If ya sipped it now, it would just be slightly flavored, sweetened water, so I’d give it a few more minutes to cool and brew.”
He nods and places the cup back on the table while she continues to hold her cup up to her face, drawing in the steady flow of steam into her nostrils. “Now, there is a bit of business that must be taken care of in the morning with Professor Xavier if you will be residing here for an extended period of time. Would I be right in guessing that you probably do not have the funds needed for your stay?”
With a bit of a blush coming to her cheeks, she nods her head. “Like I said before, I was paid very little for the actual work because I worked for room and board and the only money I really saw was from tips that I saved… which were still fairly meager.”
“Then maybe you could come to an arrangement with Charles. He is rather flexible when it comes to those that need help and have no way of monetary payment. You may even be able to attend some classes, if you wish to do so. You would have to meet with him in his office before his first class at 8:00 in the morning.”
Nodding her head, she blows a bit on the hot liquid in the cup then replies, “Of course I can. Usually, I am up with the sun, so gettin’ there for the meetin’ shouldn’t be a problem. Thanks again for takin’ me in this late at night.”
“You are most certainly welcome, Kady. You don’t need to be out there in this weather, searching for a safe place to settle down for the night, especially after being evicted by such an… ‘eejit’ like Stephen,” he responds, chuckling at his attempt at her slang.
Stifling her laughter, she smiles as she brings the cup to her lips, lightly blows on the tea, then takes a small sip with her eyes closed. “Mmm… perfect.”
With the positive comment about the tea, Hank brings his own cup to his lips and takes a small sip, a smile starting to form. “This tea is extremely soothing and relaxing. I can understand why you drink it to help you sleep, because I believe it is working on me, Kady.”
“I think I know a thing or two about tea, Hank.” She gets up from her stool, her cup in one hand and her tea tin in the other. “Um, is it alright if I take this cup to my room, or do I have to keep the dishes in here while I’m usin' them?”
Hank takes another sip from his cup then shakes his head. “I think you can take that to your room, as long as you bring it back here in the morning. We are supposed to discourage the students from constantly taking dishes back to their rooms, because they hardly even bring them back. So don’t forget to bring it back, or else I’ll get in trouble.” He chuckles as he gets up from his stool and begins to walk towards the door to the hallway.
“Well, thank ya for lettin’ me be an exception. Don’t worry: I won’t blab on ya.” She laughs softly as she follows him out into the hallway, walking towards the girls’ hall. She turns back to him as he is walking down the other end of the hall and calls to him. “Thanks again, Hank.”
He turns his head to her and replies, “You’re welcome. Just be sure to meet with Charles before his classes start.”
“Yes, sir. I won’t forget. Good night.” She continues down the hall then around the corner out of his sight before he stops at the lab.
Gazing at the steaming cup of tea in his hand, he thinks to himself, There is still going to be work waiting on me when I wake up, and he continues on to his own room to give himself an early night… something he hasn’t done in quite a while because of his devotion to his work, but he surely needed.
*Author’s Note*
Sorry this chapter took so long to put up. I have the tendency to have an idea for something, know how it starts, then freeze when it comes to all the middle/transition parts. I really hope to get some feedback from the ones that do read this, and I’ll take anything: good, bad, ugly… although, I hope not TOO ugly! Please rate and review!!!! I need some feedback and comments about how you think the story is going, and what you might like to see later on in the story. I have some stuff that isn’t going to change, but ideas are ALWAYS considered. Thanks again to those who have been reading, and I hope that what I have been writing is pleasing for you to read as it is for me to write and read.
Write on,
Aldys Annabel Clairveux })j({