Let Me Speak

"Samantha, what is wrong with you? Why are you still here?" Before she could even say something, this lady was bombarding her with questions. "Who is this? What is that?" She pointed to the envelope (note?). "And who is THAT?!!?" Pointing again, this time to the baby. "Let me speak, OK? I found him outside our door. He has his Occupation Stone!" "Well, what is it?"

"What is what?"

"What is his occupation silly?"

"I don't know. I hadn't checked." Right there and then, held up the stone onto the child's stomach. A light shone, and is had shown

OCCUPATION—Civilian

SUB-OCCUPATION—None

"Not another one! Arrrrg."