Afterwards she'd tried to describe (i)what she was feeling(i) in the thick of it.  "Well, I don't (i)know, I, I..." She motioned me over.  We were maybe two loops and several sites out of an Impact Zone.  She and I.  "What is this about?" I asked casually. 

    "IT'S ABOUT A KID WHO GOT KIDNAPPED," "OKAY, okay, you don't have to yell." My own stomach lurched because I'd had siblings that had gone missing, been taken hostage, almost sold, and kidnapped.  "She's deaf," her working partner explained with a hand coming out of her pocket and then gently waving the whole conversation (i)down, down(i). 

  

        "Actually that's not how I see it." To silence.  "Let me rephrase that." Still silence.  "What I mean is that there's more than one way to see it." 

     "Go on." 

     "Well, maybe I mean there's more than one talking point in there." 

     "Jesus' parable," a person already sitting briefly summarized (i)what's going on(i). The two people joining had only water bottles.  One asked, "Which one?" The other asked, "Has lots?!" 

     "Before I lose my train of thought

     "Thanks for letting me interject.  This.  That the Bible doesn't criticize the Apostles for wanting to be Numero Dos, but Jesus finally says, I'll have to read that part again to quote him, but Jesus wants them to understand it's (i)not about rank(i)."