“Oh my.” She said. Stuart, I believe our girl has a photoghraphic memory.” My aunt called me ‘our girl.” I wanted to dance on rooftops, sing in tall trees, build a monument to them. “Well , it seems you are very much like your auntNo one will know and this special talent will take you far. I stroked the dogs ears and said, Some dayI’ll get a degree, a bunch of them. Uncle Stuart opened the door. “Church tomorrow. Ten o’clock. ” He paused. “You do go to Church, don’t you?” Church. Say yes. “Yes.” Aunt aand Uncle introduced me to elegant people on the way up wide steps and then we entered the biggest church in the world.We sat way down in front. They own the pew and they know every one in Chicago. And the best thing is they like me a lot.