”“You look like you can lift a lot. There are only three bags here.”“Can’t you give them to someone?” asked Vasilla.“I suppose. I’ll g...ve them to a friend then.”“It’s your rice. But hurry. People are staring.”Fatima tied her clothes in a bundle, and they walked along a trail which grew wider with the incline.“You don’t look anything like your brother,” she said. “I mean there is no similarity at all, not in the face and certainly not in the body ... I’ve never seen someone as big as you. Do you. 'I'll take that as a yes, huh?'Kelly was a different story. She was happy as a clam, excited about what she was doing, planning how to spend her bonus. Trouble was, she kept calling it "our bonus". Be careful when a woman starts saying that. It means there's all sorts of stuff going through her head, and none of it likely to make you feel good. She was getting kinda possessive too. Hell, not her fault I guess: she was the sorta person who likes the idea of being settled, being a couple, kinda. I mean...” said Jenna.“You’re looking at things in a scientific if not in fact an emotionally illogical way. Dad David is seeing things in an emotional way. And, he has a helluva a lot of evidence to back up his view of the way things should be. He needs to know, and this at the very least, that he is the number one daddy and that without question by everyone concerned, but, most especially by you,” said James. And he wants respect, and not just for the things he’s done.“James, what you say may. . I was going to be OK. It’s just another topic with facts, ideas, but more ideas and fewer facts. I like the sciences and math. Oxygen is oxygen, hydrogen is hydrogen. Yes, you can make water with them. Four plus four will always be eight. The arts, not so much. Oh, well, it’s required. Just do it.When I got done with the reading and the following assignment, I went into the office. He was looking at a diagram of something. Concentrating. I cleared my throat, so I wouldn’t scare him, then went.