abit, and sometimes I wish I still did: whenever I was mad at someone, I'd beat them up instead of arguing with them. I know this method won't get me anywhere, and that's why I admire you. You're never at a loss for words: you say exactly what you want to say and aren't in the least bit shy.""Oh, you're wrong about that," I replied. "Most of what I say comes out very differently from the way I'd planned. plus I talk too much and too long, and that's just as bad.""Maybe, but you have the advantage that no one can see you're embarrassed. You don't blush or go to pieces."I couldn't help being secretly amused at his words. However, since I wanted him to go on talking quietly about himself, I hid my laughter, sat down on a cushion on the floor, wrapped my arms around my knees and gazed at him intently.I'm glad there's someone else in this house who flies into the same rages as I do. peter seemed relieved that he could criticize Dussel without being afraid I'd tell. As for me, I was pleased too, because I sensed a strong feeling of fellowship, which I only remember having had with my girlfriends.Yours, Anne