Walking uptown on Washington St, I saw a young homeless guy with asign asking for food, so I gave him my (almost entirely uneaten) muffinand a couple ...f bucks. With his thanks in my ears, I continued to theapartment.I showed the prospective renters (a man and a woman a few years olderthan me) a handful of apartments, securing only a non-committalassurance they'd think it over and call me. I'd heard that one before,and - spoiler alert! - I knew they weren't calling. By this point, itwas almost. "Ready?" he asked and I told him that I was.Megan disappeared inside and we left."Man!" Victor exclaimed. "If a girl looked at me that way, I'd have her in the sack before she knew my name." It's not like that, Vic," I said, already resolved to avoid discussing Megan with him. He must have heard it in my voice because he didn't say more. I told him that Neill had inquired about him and that led to a discussion of the Fenton family.We went into the apartment, me to my study room while Victor. Arabic is one of the most difficult languages to master and I hoped that my keen talent for languages would make it easier for me to learn it.I was able to attend the college of my choice which provided me with a superior learning experience and I mastered both the languages and an in-depth understanding of the cultures of the Middle East. Most of my professors were naturalized, foreign national men from various countries in the Middle East, and they did little to dispel the myths of Arab. It was all I could do to keep from laughing, too, when I turned to see the indignant expression on Liya’s face. However, I had to take action when she straightened to her full height and began taking a deep breath in anticipation of a knock-down, drag-out fight.“Down, Liya!”That interrupted whatever Liya had planned as the beginning of her onslaught of sharp words. Dad helped by reining in his laughter and putting on a serious face.“Wait! Both of you. Liya, I don’t need protection.” That put.