I could tell Amy Number One was itching to talk to me this morning since she kept looking at me. I think she didn't know what to talk about. About two minutes before we got to the Transfer Center she spoke up.
Amy: "Do you have a black pen?"
Me: "No, not with me."
Amy: "What happened to your black pen?"
Me: "It's in my office."
Amy: "How many black pens do you have?"
Me: "Probably two or three."
Amy: "Mmmm. Two or three."