“Not Ma’am, Mistress Gloria. You got that?” “Yes, Mistress Gloria,” I mumbled. “I want to hear you,” she yelled, and I yelled back, “Y...s, Mistress Gloria.” “And this is Holly,” she said, “You don’t have to call her Mistress.” I gave Holly a sort of smile. “And why is that, Holly?!” she snapped. Holly scampered over and stood next to me facing Gloria. She was standing almost at attention, but her eyes were down at Gloria’s feet as mine were supposed to be. I quickly returned my eyes to Gloria’s. Nuts! Are they singing?! How could they sing in a scene like this?!" Cindy watched them quietly as the morning progressed, slowly understanding. "Wow... A singing language... It's so melodic... But what the hell is going on?"Cindy sat on the branch and watched for over an hour, trying to understand the singing language. After a while several of the people started pointing at her and watching her back, puzzled by her behavior. Cindy suddenly realized that tiger squirrels were not such patient. I asked her to come to my home at 9 in the morning. N she said ok. Morning. She was there at my home at sharp 9. She came below my home n called me to say that she was here. I said watch out for the neighbor’s n get in. I had kept my door open. She caught the right moment n came into my home.I welcomed her with a hug n asked her to sit down on the sofa. I asked her whether I can get something for her to eat or drink. She said no it’s ok. Then I sat next to her. I could smell her awesome. The new head of Services, Andrew Young, greeted them warmly, he was in over his head and he knew it. The counselors had been working there for years and had grown quite complacent in their jobs and their clients were used to making demands and getting whatever they wanted. Of the three thousand clients he had on his dockets, less than two hundred actually had any type of employment history at all. ‘I’m not going to play games, or pussyfoot around,’ Gary told him. ‘That’s disgraceful. That’s.