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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 306 of 307 apparently they can use tools but without thumbs they have not learned how'to drop bombs and so in this way they are of course far more evolved than humans. Sea gulls dove and screeched after the occasional crust of & bread dropped by a sandwich eater under the crisp blue of the bay sky. The ocean had calmed and spread out to the west an undulating blue. I had only been standing there admiring the otters for fifteen minutes when Rhythm must have spotted me as they were walking up. "Mom, it's the Vulcan." He ran to me, invisible .phasers blasting. "Arrg," I said in my best Pirate accent which was a little too close to Captain Feathersword. "You've got me confused with those interplanetary spaceship types cluttering up the world of imagination. I'm no Vulcan. The name is Pirate Seamus and I'm pleased to make your acquaintance." "What? Aren't you Nephi?" He looked a little confused. He was only four after all. Sarah was dressed in a summery sleeveless beige muslin dress. Like I had thought before, for a woman on the run, she sure knew how to dress. She held Alii in her arms and stood smiling as I talked to Rhythm. I replied in my own voice, "Yeah, I'm Nephi." Sarah said, "Hi." |