The following days blurred with activities: typing, faxing, and talking on the phone with Hannah and Professor Wyvill at Grape Expectations.
Hannah had managed to shoot a picture of "The Wolf" as he walked ahead of us, the husky at his side, to the barn where we first met Zach ToeKnight. I stared at his straight broad shoulders. Despite the walking stick, he exuded strength and felt somewhat familiar. I tried to recall his eyes but to no avail, although his words about passion still vibrated through me. I ran a finger along his figure almost expecting him to turn and answer my silent question: Ma chi sei?
After sorting the rest of Hannah's photos and editing drafts until everybody agreed on a final layout, I turned my attention to Oscar and the Scoop deal still pending. Camille was bein
