Chapter Thirty One

Wake up, clothes, breakfast, and language practice; the major order each morning almost without rest or use. Mornings are so boringly repetitive. Joe fussed a bit as they sat at breakfast. Joe was too excited really to focus on anything, only wanting to get on with it. It'll be so nice to be able to speak again! Ha! I never realized how much I miss being able to have a conversation, at least a meaningful one! Breakfast found Garnedell in a much better mood than yesterday but Joe too distracted by the chance of an eloquent conversation. Joe cut breakfast short and they were on their way to the temple district with the sun only partially above the city walls. Their walk over, Joe asked for and learned the name of the next job in the native language. Joe was quite certain it was going to be linguist and so taught that word to Garnedell. The job change at the temple proved Joe right and he was now a linguist.