" He prodded."Are you shitting me?" Was what finally slipped out.He laughed - they all did. "No wonder he left control of everything to you! You sound...just like him!" But he was, like, 80!" 77." He agreed, nodding. "Still could do all of us twice a day." There were several heads nodding around the dining room table. "Three times if he started before breakfast."DJ sat back and thought. There was a reason to tell her this. There was a reason for everything. Once you understand it, you own it,. That is not sensible, we are not Lone One who chooses not to have his name. Lone One has reasons for his choice, but a name is important; it is the one that we are. I tell the Maggie that it knows our names now, and it should not call us other. I go below to think on Kitik and to rest.I think, too, of how Kitik is hurt. None are near him when he takes hurt. How is it possible that he is hurt when he is alone?A memory comes to me. Once when I am small and still with Mother we come upon a strange. "Tomorrow sweetie."And with that she left the room and turned out the lights. There was still enough light for Brooklyn to be able to see by but it was much more subdued than the overhead strip lights. She picked up her bowl of porridge and pushed her face into it gulping the plain food down like it was some great treat, and licked the bowl clean. Looking over at the girl next to her she was still glaring at her as if Brooklyn had done something to her. She turned away and back to the water. We didn't have a huge debate inside the SUV, but we had some lively small discussions. We debated the issue of size vs ability to conceal a weapon. I came down on concealment, but then most everyone else in the world would say that size does count. That seemed to be Rodney's opinion as well. I thought it was foolish in our situation to go with size over concealment. I didn't want the bad guy to know I was armed, before I knew he was. It was an interesting argument, but it proved nothing.We were.