. man kann doch über alles reden.", sagte sie dann kläglich und blickte bittend zu mir herüber, "Und wenn ich sie beleidigt hab', dann ..." Schhh."... machte ich und hob meinen Finger, doch sie war so angespannt, dass es weiter nur so aus ihr heraussprudelte."Bitte.", sagte sie flehentlich, "Es kommt garantiert nicht wieder vor." Warum beleidigst du mich dann weiter?" Aber ..." Doch.", sagte ich etwas strenger und hob die Stimme, "du beleidigst mich, indem du nicht akzeptierst, was du getan hast. .. you have a beautiful place here".I showed her through to my study nook where my MAC destop sat of the desk. It had a massive 27 inch screen which impressed her enormously.I got her to sit with me in front of the screen as I showed her the templates that I had setup for our yearbook. I showed her how to use the software and she picked up using it very quickly. In no time flat, three hours had passed and we had made great progress, far more than when using the school computers for days until. All we did on South Isle was to kill Landon and his men, though. We left alone everyone who didn’t fight for Landon. We’re going to do the same thing here, too. We’re looking for some asshole named Prince Alfred, and we’re going to kill him and all his men. Anyone who steps aside and says ‘He ain’t my Prince’ will be left alone. We don’t have a beef with them. Just this Alfred asshole.”“Why you mad at the Prince?”“He took something of ours. We’re going to take it back. We figure it’ll be a lot. Apparently Scott hadn't been the only one punching the ole punching bag. His dad's beer belly was almost gone, and every sense I had told me he was a much healthier person than he had been before.Even Tracy, Scott's sister, looked different, but for some reason I still had trouble recalling her image from before, so that might have had something to do with it too.Just before they left, I remembered what Scott had asked me about her at the beginning of the school year and did a quick scan of her.