I stopped halfway up the stairs.How could I know that they were thirsty?Part of my brain told me that it was simple logic. I had forgotten to add wate... to the farm. Knowing that, the logical conclusion would be that the ants must be thirsty.But another part of me ... well, it felt the thirst. And the feeling was coming from my room. I hustled the rest of the way up to my room."Sorry about that, guys," I muttered as I quickly filled the eyedropper and put an extra-large squirt into the sand. A. Providing shelter to anyone who shows up.One other example, even smaller. We were walking to Town Topic for breakfast one morning and Vanessa spotted a raggedy tennis shoe lying beside a curb.“I bet there’s a story there.”Indeed. How does someone lose one shoe?My stamp guy, courtesy of Tony Gonzales, was named Mortimer. First or last name, I don’t know. He was tall, stooped, cadaverous, bald, morose. Spoke so softly I often had to say, “Huh?”“Mr. Modell is straight as they come. Schmuck.”But I. He needed a break, but he also didn’t want to ruin the crazy sexual adventure. Plus he knew she’d regret her behaviour in the morning and make it up to him.“Okay, the cage,” he replied.Jessica’s big brown eyes opened wide and looked surprised and then angry. As she stood up, her tight red dress stuck to her body with perspiration, revealing her thighs and half of her butt. Her smooth, pale skin was covered in goose bumps and glistening with moisture. The amount she’d drunk was causing mayhem. And, since you now stand in good favor with Marshal Walker over here, you stand in good favor with me. I wish you luck in your manhunt, and I wish you a rich and well deserved reward upon your return.”U.S. Marshal Jed Walker, advanced Hoyt a hundred dollars against the reward and also gave Hoyt a Deputy U.S. Marshal’s badge, with a paper identifying Hoyt as a duly appointed Special Deputy U.S. Marshal, just in case he needed official identification.Hoyt bought a ticket to Flagstaff so he could.