She had come to the conclusion that you could tell a lot about a person by their ears.

The way they

stuck out and the size of the earlobes could give you wonderful insights into the person. Of course, she
couldn't scientifically prove any of this, but that didn't matter to her. Before anything else, she would
size up the ears of the person she was talking to.

Debbie put her hand into the hole, sliding her hand down as far as her arm could reach. She wiggled
her fingers hoping to touch something, but all she felt was air. She shifted the weight of her body to try
and reach an inch or two more down the hole. Her fingers still touched nothing but air.

He took a sip of the drink. He wasn't sure whether he liked it or not, but at this moment it didn't
matter. She had made it especially for him so he would have forced it down even if he had absolutely
hated it. That's simply the way things worked. She made him a new-fangled drink each day and he took
a sip of it and smiled, saying it was excellent.