IN: Flapping colorless pants and a shirt , dismal things most strange in this place . He was running upslope by the boisterous stream . Despite the clothes his face was incandescent , and when he saw me he wheeled his arms and came on ever faster . Then history entered me , my own and all the rest of it , more than I could hold , history like a heavy rain , so I knew the man coming along was my father ... ... He was beside me in moments , stretching out his hands .
What may happen after I saw my father ?

OUT: I gave him a hug .

IN: Maggie Mae 's home was warm and charming , and all of the kids were there , politely waiting to meet this woman who was here to take away their dog . The mom was kind and friendly . The oldest girl was off to the side .
What may happen for her to take the dog ?

OUT: She may have adopted the dog from the family .

IN: Sometimes I wonder if the chemistry staff and the families should have a way of honoring those that have passed . I know quite a few have died suddenly in that department - there was Paul Abel , Chris , and my dad . I can think of those right off the top of my head .
Why is there a negative vibe in the chemistry department ?

OUT:
Several staffers have died .