The only difference is that these are dried, he thought with a frown. Back in the cave, he took a few of the dried berries and popped them into his m...uth, considering. “Hmmm, the taste of the dried berries is much more concentrated. So, do I have blueberry connoisseurs?” he said with a laugh. Then, grumbling, “The damn chickens are too smart for my own good. If they were just your average stupid chickens, I could eat them. But nooo, they have to be smart and even have personalities. Ah, well,. It did seem unusual to come home and find her not there. She had passed her exams easily and found employment, almost without looking. Her hours always varied. Sometimes, she would have little to do and other days she wouldn't get home until some time after seven in the evening. Saturdays were also no longer our time alone. At times, when her customers couldn't get off during the week, she was forced into showing them houses on Saturdays.Her business ventures also pushed us into socializing. Lucy was talking with him when Frank intervened, “Your name please.” Frank asked.“Bruce Kenny.” The man said.“Your son is also Bruce Kenny?”“Yes, he has gotten into trouble a few times.”“He’s on the list for us to work on getting him a Certification for the 335 before we leave here. He’s been placed in the top five for certifications. He’ll be going full time with the plan in place.“Lieutenant Lucy, do we have a ship available?“The Bell is sir.” Lucy smiled.Sir, Mr. Kenny do you have twenty or. ” “Oh, I don’t want any money.” He smiled pleasantly. “I really don’t need any money. I want something else. I want your cooperation.” “Cooperation? What kind of cooperation?” He stared at her until she felt her stomach knot. “Oh no,” she said. “No. No way. Fuck you.” She had considered this possibility, that he might want something sexual, but had dismissed it as being too melodramatic, and even now as she felt a sudden throb of fear in her stomach she felt the urge to laugh in his face. It.