. I missed Hairy so much. I needed to mellow.“Ok, Chuck. Fill your bowl.” I tossed him the bag.Snatching it out of the air, he fished out a brass ...Proto pipe, the one with the swivel cap and a cleaner rod along side. Opening the bag ... and letting out the skunk again, he didn’t hesitate, sorting through the buds until he found the One.It was red haired, tight and full of crystal. He looked it over carefully, sniffed it, tongued the bud to dampen it ... so it wouldn’t burn too fast ... adroitly. "Ah. Perfect. Nothing like cold beer on a hot day." He glanced at Helen out of the corner of his eye with a glimmer of mischief. "I heard the definition of mixed emotions the other day. It's when you watch your mother-in-law back off a cliff in your brand-new car." In a voice of outrage Helen cried, "You beast!" To Suzie, haughtily, "I've changed my mind. I'm going home." Suzie giggled. "I don't blame you." He turned to Jack. "Now see what you've done. If you weren't so nasty we'd have. He was a fully grown man of the True Folk at twentyfive winters. Taller and stronger than most of his fellow villagers, and by far the most skilled hunter of Wallen village.He was by no means an ignorant peasant, either. He could even read and write. Well, only his own name and a few words more. He also visited nearby villages of Tall Ones from time to time, so that the hairless skin that covered most of the stranger's body didn't disgust him."The camping ground for traders is over there," he. "Sophie lives with the Greg part and I live with the Scott part."We walked on until we came to where I hoped the units would be built. When I sat on the grass, dad did the same, the chorus of the early night creatures our companion."There's more though. You brought me here for another reason."Now for the tough part. "I want to invest the money Scott left me."Very wise. What have you got in mind?" Here. This place. I want us to be able to build units here for people to come and enjoy." And pay.