"Was what I said wrong, Yale?" I asked as we made our way back to the entranceway.
"What do you mean, Zion?" She asked, turning to me with a slight smile on her face. "I don't think I understand."
"Well, there were two things … one is that I might have chosen the wrong island and two is the thing about Eric."
Stopping in his tracks, Yale turned to look at me with a look I can only describe as 'mischievous'. She knows what she is doing and what she is thinking but I am, sometimes, far too out of it to be able to properly understand.
"Alright, why don't we talk about the first one first?" She asked, holding her finger up. "Why did you think that the island with the best soil in existence is better than the other two?"
"I don't see how it isn't."
"Well, honey, that is because most people would rather choose one of the other two because it will ensure that they get rich quick."
