we had no land , no titles , no money of any kind . sire , do you love the people ? it was yellow , the color of dirty straw , and near as brittle . if his feelings were right on this place , most people had stopped going to work a while back . they spin through my mind on repeat until we drive down to the dock and board that last ferry-home . she pointed down the street and then turned back to him . lets keep an eye on her . you two are out of your minds . 