You know what you’re doing, dressed to provoke, and shaking your ass like a sixties go-go girl. You can use some improvement on that. I’m leaving ...ow. It’s your choice whether you come with me or not.”I stared at him, with my mouth agape, as he stood up and left the club. After he insulted me like that, did he expect me to get up and follow him like some desperate whore? What an asshole! I had never been spoken to like that before in my life. So why was I gulping down the last of my drink, and. " We wish it, Kahimi. To study your ways, to understand them, that is why we have come here."Kahimi sighed. "Then, perhaps, you _should_ be a part of the pihali-aliahuu, the 'change to marriage' ceremony." He looked out the window at the Moon. It was only a thin crescent, but growing night by night. "In four days, four nights, will come the night of the full moon. We will hold the ceremony then." Can you tell us anything more about the pihali-aliahuu?" It is our oldest ceremony, handed. Believe me, no one is more surprised to be on this rollercoaster ride than me. But my immediate reaction to you — that caveman-level instinct to cage my woman, even though she’s not my woman — was not only slightly shameful, it masked a deeper and more fundamental issue. There’s another jealousy that’s much more difficult for me to put aside, and I’m hoping that being able to deal with the two of you being together will help me rise above it.”Alejandro stared at him for a few moments before. ’ Dalton said with a smile. ‘I’m just a tinkerer.’ As the sun set behind them, the two boys became silhouettes walking side by side down the dusty dirt road. The kid walked his bike and Dalton walked with him. They both grew up in the same small town, worked in the same fields and farms, and they shared many of the same troubles. Dalton Forehand was an only child, a bright and genuine kid who loved nothing more than to find something to tinker on and fix, even if was only to disassemble it only.