Then she mentioned her Father and an Uncle also shared the same mental abilities.  Oskar understood why she had taken things for granted in her communicative manner with himself, Macy, and Grace.  She didn’t know any better, he thought, as she was just within her own world and its status quo.  Little did she know that the current, big bad world she had just entered didn’t care about any of that.<br/><br/>Jane’s blush was endearing to witness, as she confessed to a weakness for sweet breads.  He smiled within himself, knowing that if she had a thing for sweet breads, then her knees would buckle if she ever sampled Grace’s scones, muffins, and especially her variously flavored pies.<br/><br/>As Jane said she should be going while slowly sliding out of the booth, Oskar (for better or worse) lightly put his right hand on her left wrist.  He felt a need to ask, “Where are you going?  And during your travels, where do you sleep?”  His touch on her wrist was light at best, so if she ever decided to bolt for the door, he would not be able to stop her, or even slow her down.