"Mel honey you are not responsible for feeding up. You have to concentrate on yourself now. So did you enjoy helping the old men?" I asked."Yeah, it's...kind of nice to be considered beautiful," she said. "I'm pretty average to the rest of the world, so it was a big deal to me." Honey, there is nowhere in this world where you are just average, but I am sure the old guys really appreciate you. You didn't mention the TV show to them did you?" I asked."No, I promised not to until after you talked to. Her neighbor's son had patched Liani up as best he could, but he was simply an apprentice with years more study before he would be able to fix an arrow through the chest. Despite their gifted meal courtesy of the Khitonans, the razor bills were following the trail of blood seeping out of Liani in a steady trickle. More blood than she had ever seen somebody lose and survive. Yet the arrow still quivered with her cousin's pulse.Even as she struggled through the mangroves and deeper into the. Wish I was though. It would be fun to hangout. Ooh, I know..."Timmi was gone in a flash and back almost before Bobbie could registerthat she was gone.There was a bundle of blue in her hands. Bobbie recognized it instantly.It was the dress she had worn to the bake sale."I remember when you wore this..." Timmi said, thrusting the bundle atBobbie. "I thought you were so pretty."The bake sale? How long ago was that? Bobbie remembered walking aroundthe school dressed like that. The memory made her. We meandered the shelves and counters until he'd brought us to the deli section. “If a man wanted to stuff something in his pants to be like me, he'd need this.” He said placing an object in both my hands. I looked at the baguette I looked at him. I looked at the bread again. Then I looked at him. “Bull SHIT!” I spat, throwing the French bread into my grocery cart. “I'm not lying.” He said with a calm shrug. “I'll make you a bet,” I said, “Come back to my place. If you're anywhere NEAR the size.