We can talk about what to eat when we get hungry again." What do you eat at home?" Oh, that varies. I eat simply. Cooking for one is a pain. Sometimes...my sister and I will cook and eat together. Sometimes I have friends over. Sometimes I go out to eat." But you always have food." And you didn't." There were days I was hungry coming here." I'm sorry." Do not be sorry. I am here. It is better than staying in Guatemala."I paid our check, talking about things all the while to Lita. I didn't know. She was a nice kid at heart, and deserved some consideration.I quietly closed our bedroom door behind me, nipped downstairs and let myself out the front door, to quickly phone Sheila from the box on the corner, and to thank her for everything she had done for me over the weekend.The rain had stopped, but there was a cold wind, and not too much sign of the sun coming up.Adrian answered their phone in a rather sleepy voice; he said that they had only woken up a couple of minutes earlier.I thanked. And so it went until he finally came to rest in my little corner of the Ag Department.Our job? We give money to McDonald's so it can advertise abroad. Hey, don't complain to me. I pay taxes too, you know.There's not a lot to the job. Every few weeks you cut a bunch of checks. In between, you get copies of the ads our tax dollars have purchased and file them. About the only way to screw up is to give money to some company that didn't contribute to the current president's campaign. Considering. “ ... how do we get down?”There was a longish silence.“That’s where, uh, things get awkward.” Magnum sounded like he was rubbing the back of his neck. “Remember the gold bikini?”“I was kidding!” Opal exclaimed.A conversation much like this had to have occurred in the smallish village of mindless serfs.Scene: A pair of dirty farmers grubbing at the ground with stone hoes and wooden stakes. Farmer 1 turns to Farmer 2.Farmer 1: “Say, did you notice the huge fireballs yesterday?”Farmer 2:.