After we left Jubal Harshaw's place, Jill and I joined the carnival, where we met Patty, the tattooed lady. She became a water brother shortly after we decided to leave the traveling carnival. Throughout our adventures, I tried to grok people. I could grok wrongness, I could grok goodness, I grok art and literature, but I could not grok people. At the zoo, I watched a trio of monkeys demonstrate the tragedy of the human existence, and I laughed. I finally grokked people.
