"Can you grab my coconut milk?" called my mom, sitting down. I froze, but then smiled to myself and grabbed the tampered jug from the fridge.I ate my ...pasta slowly, watching her carefully from across the table. So far she had opened the jug, poured its spunky liquid into her glass, but she hadn't taken a sip. She looked tired, and she twirled her pasta with her fork into small bites.Finally, she swallowed a small bite, and then reached for the glass. I began to feel nervous, what if she could. Sadly one day the pool was full of idiots and c***dren who wanted to do nothing else than run, jump, and splash everywhere, despite the notices asking people not to do so. A chat with the spa staff revealed that there was an outside pool, where c***dren were excluded, and that perhaps this should be the venue for my final swim of my week’s holiday.So the next day, despite it not being sunny and warm, I ventured out to this other pool, only to be confronted with a hen party in full swing,. Me: How about tomorrow?Amy: Okay, that sounds nice. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?Me: All right. I’ll wait for your call then.Amy: Bye dad.I hugged her. Amy left and headed to the hotel.(From here on the narration is from Amy’s perspective)After leaving my place, she headed back to her hotel. She reached there in 30 minutes. Amy knocked on the door.Amy: I hope she hasn’t gone to sleep yet.Elena answered the door immediately.Elena: Yes?Amy: Hi Elena.Elena: Finally! What took you so long?Amy: I. It made no difference whether an ex-slave had sold his vote or not, those people assumed that he did, and they were out to see that it didn't happen again. The easiest way to do that was to murder the potential voter. Fire Bringer and Shadow were kept jumping as they tried to prevent shootings and lynchings; sometimes they were successful, and sometimes they were not.Fire Bringer plaintively asked, "Storm Who Walks, what can we do? There are a dozen murders every night, and we can't get to more.