"Well, look. Mark is making us something to eat!" Carol said, and laughed. She dipped her hand into a bowl of pretzels and munched away, as Mark shook...Rob's hand."Making yourself at home, aren't you, Carol?" Mark kissed her cheek and winked at her. He had already told them both that they could let themselves in when they were visiting. One never knew if they'd hear a doorbell, or not. "Hey, Rob," Mark said, still shaking Rob's extended hand, and asked him how his day had been.As the two men. Her blue eyes flooded with tears that threatened to break free. She wore a stained coffee shop uniform. The poor girl probably didn’t have much in the way of money. He held up his hand to silence her, but she kept rambling. “I don’t think there’s any real damage. Your car looks pretty sturdy-.”“Stop.” He used his most commanding voice. The girl quieted instantly, her fingers went to her mouth to chew on her fingernails in an act of self-comfort. “What is your name?” He asked, dropping his voice. Soon after that, the wagon Ab drove was one of a whole bunch which were sent back for more powder and shells. The sun hadn’t climbed very high when the crossed the river and met a railroad train. They loaded two wagons at a time from two freight cars. Twice while Ab was waiting for his wagon’s turn, they kept the wagons back while they move up the train. They took more time loading than they had taken on the trip there, but they got back and unloaded by dinner time.They didn’t unload the wagon. What the slaves said in the Slave Market was also disturbing.”It was evident that Kim had been disturbed by the conversation between Ken and me, so I said, “Kim, that is not what Abby was trying to tell you. Abby wasn’t trying to say you were wrong, she was just pointing out the same things have happened to other racial groups. The practice of slavery has been in existence on Earth, since the first human defeated someone in combat and kept them as their prisoner.“You and your friends were.