”Danyelle nods and cuts through the collection of bodies already waiting at the bar to be served. Beatrix watches as the bartender, a strikingly han...some man, immediately ignores everyone else to take her order. She leans over the bar, no doubt pushing up the cleavage that is barely concealed in her white tank top. His eyes drop and so does his jaw.By the time the girl gets back, Beatrix has found a table. The waitress hasn’t made it to them, just as she predicted, but with cold drinks in hand. I have to say, inflicting the English language with all of its irregularities on a poor ignorant A.I. was an exercise in cruelty. The irregular spellings, the counter-intuitive cases, homonyms and prepositions--Gaah. Still, with the aid of a New Secretary’s Guide a lot of the arbitrary definitions were defined and no longer caused problems. Slang and regional usage threw him off the deep end for the longest time.It’s said that the true Turing test is understanding humor. I believe that it’s. Matilda shuffled to the kitchen in her bare feet. All she had on were panties. Leon did not seem to notice. She sat at her usual seat with her head down and eyes boring into the scrambled eggs on her plate."I'm sorry," she said without looking up."Eat."Not much was said during breakfast. When done, Leon left without saying where he was going. That was not unusual so Matilda hoped things would go back to normal and he would let her stay. She cleaned up the dishes then went to the bedroom.Bobby's. "Even though we knew she was dying, we got married and all four of us lived here while we built the house. We only lived in it for one year."I was surprised that he was opening up to me, but I chalked it up to nervousness about what to do next. I decided to quit wondering about whether I would survive the evening and I suggested that I give him the slow release injection so that he would have time to finish his wine. After the injection I asked if I could use the bathroom and he pointed me to.