Chapter 41

RUBIN

“This is the usual ethics. You use the knife and fork for

fine dining. You don’t grab food!” I sighed, biting my lip – I know about this

already.

“Cars are the carriages you are talking about yesterday. Can

you tell me what motorcycles are?” I pondered for a moment, putting my finger

under my chin and tapping it, “It’s, uh, it’s like the same thing with cars

only that motorcycles have two wheels like bicycles but run on machines and

operated with gasoline.” Newman smirks as he sat across me, watching us with

his curious green eyes that almost matches mine. I smiled back and huffed...