?” (You naughty fellow. You are trying to get everything from my mouth. You have fingered. Don’t you know where you fingered?)“Em? neeku nachca ...eda?” I asked. (Didn’t you like it?) “Voon nachcha leda ante, nachchindi. Kani, amma tho ala thappu kada?” (Voon, I liked but you are not supposed to do such things with Maa.)“Sorry Maa! Nee boddu antha andam ga vunte ala chesanu. Nee ku nachcha ka pothe cheayanu pl. vochi koorcho” I said. (Your navel is so cute that I could not control myself. If you. A paralegal was called and I was escorted into a conference room where the managing partner, Mr. Barry Jeffords, was waiting with a technician from the company that supported their PCs. The technician had completed the server setup and had tested the network connections from each computer, as well as ensured they were running the correct version of Windows. We discussed the installation plan I’d faxed over the previous week, confirmed everything with Mr. Moore, then got to work.Jim Weber, the. ”He frowned, “who.”I shrugged, “she would not say.”When Sarah returned I told her how I wanted the cast put on. When I was finished and stood up. The Legate spoke up, “young woman I have been told you have the potential to be a great healer.”She only looked at him with a haunted look and he spoke again, “do you know who I am? I am the Legate for the guard. I have been told that you have no home. This man (he pointed at me) can teach you what you need to know to be a healer. I could put you in. "Oh shit, boss," said the guy next to the man in the suit. "He's got a piece and there's metal next to it. I think it's a badge." You a cop?" asked the guy holding the gun on me. He began to lower his gun."Not exactly," I said. "But I do have a gun." I held my hands up and slid my coat open. Before they even saw my badge and ID my gun and holster told them what they wanted to know."Look at the holster rig and the hardware," the second guy said. "He's a fed."I nodded. "I'm not here for a job," I.