Clarissa was feeling a bit light headed and poured herself a cool glass of lemonade. All of the discussions about black men had set her mind to wander...ng about her deep dark secret. She was on several other boards, one of which was an orphanage which she had convinced Maxwell to support financially while she gave her time and expertise. A few years earlier each board member was requested to hire a teenager from the orphanage to mow their lawns and do yard work as a way of getting some spending. From everything he could see, it wouldn't challenge him intellectually, and it would be humiliating to be surrounded by mega-jocks, all of whom would be bigger and stronger than him.He glanced jealously at the flyer his twin sister was examining. It advertised the giant library, literary societies, and a teaching staff that was 90% PhDs. She couldn't have been much happier than he was. He heard her mumble under her breath, "do they even have a soccer team?"It was bullshit and they both knew it.. It might have been sound mechanically, but it was far too complex and complicated for something that was designed to be durable, portable, and effective."Who's your customer?" Georgette asked."Uhhm ... what do you mean?" I asked."I remember you saying that not all of the components were needed for all of the tasks. What if you had more than one model that did one or two jobs really well? Another model might do something else. Right now, you're trying to make one size fit all."I looked over at. All of the parents were probably thinking that of all the weeks that we could've been locked up inside our home, the study week before the end-of-year exams had to be the best possible time.Ava and I were walking hand in hand back to the Kids' House, chatting about nothing in particular, when my proximity sense showed the bone in Ava's left upper-arm suddenly burst apart.I'd just started thinking when I heard a loud {CRACK} from the direction of Dimple Hill, to my right.#3: Having multiple.