”“Dat’s fucked up people be actin’ like dat, yo!”“Yeah! But I really like it here!”“Yeah Miss Mona seem cool.”“They both are!”Za...n completed his homework.All of the residents were at the table for dinner. Tonight Miss Mona served a baked ziti with tomato sauce, cheese, and ground chicken. Renaissance Foster Solutions did not serve pork or beef. The boys tore up the pan of food. There was also house salad with Italian dressing.Tonight, Room One was set to clean up after the meal. The white dude,. Sam Connor, before they left for the train station.Each of them knew in their own minds, that this chance to right the wrongs in their young lives, then move to a whole new world to live and get paid to work for Marshal Crow, was the best thing that had ever happened to them.Jubal and Jeno Hooker had attended the funeral of their older brother, Jarrell the day before. Now they were ready to get on with their lives. Eli handed Jubal the harmonica he’d found in Jarrel’s pocket. Jubal held it in. She tried to stifle her sobs, but a few whimpers broke forth, and her shoulders shook.Grimbol stood from where he was crouching in the dirt, uncomfortable at her display of emotion. His inclination was to comfort her. He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her. She fell into his embrace and began to cry freely. “It’s alright, Aalina. It’s alright.” It was the first time he had said her name, and it felt awkward and foreign on his tongue. He reached up and rubbed her shoulders, and her. She didn't join in the laughter, but her face grew serious. "And think about it. Back in hunter-gatherer societies women were the ones who did the gathering. They would be out trying things, looking at food, berries, leaves, all those sorts of thing. They'd do this in groups, and they'd try all of these different things. I've seen documentaries on TV; that still goes on in those Amazon tribes and things like that. If that doesn't sound like shopping, I don't know what does." Um, well, if a.