What else did you young men bring me? said Mrs. Grove. She pointed to my right hand. I slowly raised my right hand. She then took the yellow envelope ...rom my hand. Craig and I looked at each other. We both smiled. Oh my word. What??? What??? Where did you get these?? said Mrs. Grove. I found them on your computer last night. I figured out what was slowing down your computer. I said. We also made copies. Said Craig. There a disk at the bottom of the envelope. I said. Mrs. Grove put her small. "Um, gimme a Keystone, I guess," Tony replied, his eyes just beginning to adjust to the dim lighting.The bartender was a giant of a man, with an eye patch covering his long-missing left eye. He reached down into a cooler and brought out an ice-covered bottle of Keystone, and slapped it on the bar in front of Tony."Two dollah," the huge black man told Tony."I'm looking for a friend of mine," Tony said, handing him a five.The bartender ignored him, turning to ring up the sale and then back again,. "Fetch me a beer." Jason commanded with authority in his voice. He turned to Jackie and asked her what she'd like to drink."I'll have an alcopop's." Her eyes dropped to the front of David's undersized trunks and she made little attempt to hide the sneer from her face. David turned to leave... "Hey!" Jason stopped him. "Where's your manners, didn't you forget something?"David stood in confusion. He felt foolish, but he honestly couldn't think what he might have forgotten. To add to his. I think the humans have too many words, words for things that do not need words. They seem to make much of counting. In the now it is needed to know one, or two, or three, or perhaps a little more, but the humans name numbers that are beyond counting. Maggie shows ten fingers, ten toes, so perhaps that is why humans name this number if it is the same for all of them, but what is the meaning of more? Many is many, what need is there to know further than that?When I ask Maggie of this she speaks.