Oh, dear," he questioned while rushing to her, "that's just awful, and believe me, I do comprehend, now are you sure that you really have a problem!?!" "Here's your mail, Mz. Reed," Christopher said while dropping a gigantic bundle of envelopes on the corner of the senior vice president's desk, "I think you get more stuff than anyone, you must have a lot of friends!" "Ohhhhhhhhh, mommy, that feels so nice," Amber upturned, "c-can't you just do that instead!?!"