I can’t think in English anymore, let alone at all. I’ll just let dialogue context take care of this while the noodles begin to dry. “Jestem ni...szczêœliwy wiêc jestem zrzêdliwy” “What did you say, dear?” “Jestem zmęczony, ciociu.” “Zeb, you know I barely understand Polish anymore. Unlike your mother, I was almost grown when our family moved back to Poland. You know how it is. I usually hang around the Americans and Israelis in this neighborhood, so I don’t get a chance to practice speaking. The man with the other stick had walked around her left side, he too now probed towards her with the sharp point. He suddenly jabbed it hard into the side of her rib cage, piercing both the dress and Zahra's skin. She closed her eyes tight and tried not to scream. He pushed the sharp point on across her ribs below her breast, then he moved across in front of her so the stick ripped open the front of her dress, to fall to her waist baring her waist and belly, with thin beads of blood. To make this possible Jessie knew she needed to speak to some of her church’s very clever sound and video technicians and she intended to do that first thing Sunday morning when she got to church. From there she had no idea about how to proceed only a general outline of the result she was hoping to achieve. As a result of these thoughts Jessie found she had to once again bring all her resources to bear to stay focused on the job at hand.As it was, the first three songs the choir did went by in. He can handle it all. If only he hadn't found the gun"Is there a knife, a club - anything?" Matt asked.The old man shook his head. "The fish billy's back at the stern, in the bait box. That's all I've got, son," he said apologetically.The door opened. Jody looked down at them and sneered at the way they were all bunched around the captain."Looks like a mutiny, Pops. You know what they do to mutineers, don't you?" Same thing they do to pirates!" he snapped back.Jody laughed thinly. "Don't bug.