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William (Bill) Foster and Wilhelmina (Billie) Mason were in training. They had both been hired as Product Service Representatives by General Snacks Incorporated. This company was manufacturer of condiments such as candy, chips, snippets, morsels, and bits. Product Service Representatives were intended to handle telephone calls from customers and answer questions about their products.
They were seated side-by-side at a table in a classroom that had been set up to train a dozen new representatives. There was a chalkboard at the front of the room where the instructor could write key words on a white surface. Students sitting at tables would be able to listen to the instructors and write notes using pads that had been put on the tables. In front of each student was a card showing the name of the student, including any nickname that the person might have.
Bill smiled at Wilhelmina and said, “I see your name is Billie. This is a coincidence my first name is William, but my nickname is Bill. So, we are Bill and Billie sitting next to each other.”
Billie smiled back and responded, “I’m happy to know you, Bill.” I imagine we’ll be seeing a lot of each other during the next several days. I was hired Friday for this job, and we will be learning a lot about the company’s products so that we can explain them to customers. “That’s another coincidence,” said Bill, “I was also hired Friday.”
Both students were in their mid-twenties. He had sandy hair and was clean-shaven; she had Auburn hair beginning on top and changing to blonde at the shoulders. Neither wore glasses. Someone glancing at them for the first time, would have thought that they might be recent college graduates, which, indeed, they were.
Class was to begin at 9 a.m. so they had about a quarter of an hour, or so, in which to continue their conversation. During their talk it was discovered that they were both interested in the paranormal. Each believed in spirits, orbs, ghosts, and the ability to communicate with thought transmission. Neither had had an opportunity to test whether they could communicate this way with another person. Bill suggested that if they had time after classes they might try some experiments. Billie agreed.
The instructor arrived and the class began. There was a break at 10:30 lasting twenty minutes. After visiting the restrooms the two new friends found there was still enough time to purchase a Coke at the vending machine and continue discussing their beliefs before class resumed. They found that what they were saying to each other was so exciting that by the time classes resumed they were bubbling with enthusiasm for having met the other person.
There was another break in mid-afternoon and classes ended at four. Bill asked if Billie was in a hurry to get home and she said no. “There’s a new Panera Bread not far from here,” he said. “Would you like to have dinner there with me?”
“That would be wonderful,” she said. “We have so much in common. There is so much we can talk about. My car is in the parking garage. Shall we use my car for years?”
“Let me do the driving,” he suggested. “After dinner I’ll bring you back to the garage.”
After they had been seated and were enjoying Panera Bread’s famous cantaloupe salad, Bill asked, tell me how you feel about orbs?
“I think they are spirits,” she responded. “I feel there are beings all around us wanting to help people and to give them energy and health whenever they need it. All we need to do is know that they exist and how to tune in to their generosity.”
“I believe exactly as you do,” exclaimed Bill. “And you said you believe in thought transmission. Would you like to try some experiments with me?”
“What do you suggest we do? I can’t wait to start,” she replied?”
“Why don’t I send you a short message by thought, no more than a dozen words,” he began, “and you can try to receive them, say at 9 o’clock this evening. Then, about a half hour later, you’ll do the same with me. Each of us can tell in a few words how our meeting today has affected us. Nothing mushy, just some thoughts. Let’s write them down, then tomorrow just before class starts, each of us can read what the other has written.”
“I like your suggestion,” she said. “It should be fun.”
After dinner, they returned to the garage, and each drove to their respective homes.
The next morning, each was seated at their seat a half hour early. They eagerly exchanged slips of paper. Then they began laughing. “Look what we said to each other,” said Billie. The slip that she had handed Bill, read. “I was pleased to meet you yesterday.” The slip that Bill had handed to Billie read, “Yesterday I was so happy to have met you.”
“That was too easy,” said Billie. “We could have guessed what the other person was going to say. We need to do something harder.”
“Yes I think you’re right,” responded Bill. “I have a suggestion. Tonight, let us send each other two lines of text. Let’s use T-Mail, Thought Mail. This can be anything you want to say, but let us both try to say the same thing.”
“That would be a very rigid test,” commented Billie. “And would tell us a lot. Let’s do it. And I have a suggestion for tonight. I like Jake’s Diner a lot. Shall we have dinner there. My treat!”
“Let’s make it Dutch treat!”
“Sounds OK, but only this once. We can sit in a corner where we can talk and get to know each other better.”
The next morning, the two were even earlier than the day before. They handed their slips to the other person. As they read from the papers, Bill’s face became a mask of astonishment. Billie’s froze to profound immobility. Then they stared into each other’s eyes.
Bill and Billie had written identical messages! They were:
“Alas, my tongue must fail, I fear,
to say how fond I am of you, my dear.”
“What does this mean?” stammered Bill?”
“You know what it means,” mumbled Billie quietly.
“We were made for each other!”
“And did you think of making the second line different?” she asked.
“Of course, he replied. The second line has five beats. It should have four.
Let’s say them together; they should have been written.
The spoke these words:
Alas, my tongue must fail, I fear,
to say how much I love you, dear!