” Hiro sat up. He was only 19, and he was athletic with a thin but strong figure. “I was wondering if I could try playing your guitar,” said Ca...rie, smiling at him. Hiro’s face lit up and he nodded, getting up to pick up his guitar and a pick. “Here you go, sit down. I plug it in.” Carrie sat down on the futon and Hiro sat next to her. She started playing Bob Dylan’s “Mr. Tambourine Man,” since she didn’t know how to play that many songs. Hiro didn’t know the song but listened attentively. After more than an hour, Jenny sees something else bobbing up and down. She swims over to it. Strangely, it may be her water bottle. How could that be? She swims back to shore, taking the bottle with her. Oh dear! I dont see my towel. My clothes! My house key! What do I do? The waiter arrives with the food. Everyone talks about all the fine food. Soon Sonya asks, Sean, arent you going to finish your story? This is intermission. A chance to talk about what you would do if you were Jenny. Maria. When she returned she was carrying a leather case some twenty inches long and six inches square.Jaida handed the box to Elinor who was surprised to see it was a made from some sort of leather, but not like any she had seen before. Embossed into the top of the box was an inscription:Presented By The Emir Of KobekistanTo Dowager Princess Zubeydeh, Countess Of BargoedOn The Occasion Of Her Entering Into The World Of The Masters."What is this?" Elinor asked."It is the garrarkabir, Princess," Jaida. She had taken distance learning courses at the University of Louisville. She saw a need for someone who could help small businesses with their computer programs, keeping them updated and functioning efficiently. She had done something like this at her old job and was canvassing some of her billing customers to see what their needs might be."I'm encouraged, Doug. I think I can help some of these people and make a little more income while I'm at it. It's worth a try, anyway." I agree. I'm pretty.