” Mai khus ho gya madhu b maan gai hum upar aye bistar lgane lage to mai b jaan bujh k single sone ka bistar laya tha to mai madhu se bola “jao le... aao ek aur bistar le aao mai ek hi laya hu.” wo boli “nahi niche andhera hai dar lagta hai aap jao.” mai bola “mujhe b dar lag raha hai jane se”. to wo boli “koi nahi isi m so jayenge”. mai khus ho gya. Fir humne bistar lagaya aur machardani lagai aur let gye. Madhu ne kala t-shirt jo bahut tight tha , aur niche choti si skirt dali thi. Aur mai hmesa. She had been going to doctor after doctor lately trying to determine why she couldn't easily swallow and why she was frequently fatigued.As a nurse, it didn't make sense to me; her symptoms didn't match each other. Why could she drink her sweetened coffee cold but not hot and what did that have to do with fatigue, swallowing and a gravely voice? My frustration had come to a breaking point as I tried day after day, phone call after phone call, to help her figure this out. It frightened me, this. Never mind, I said to myself and just got back into the car. It was still a long ride to Florida.Simpson looked dopey within an hour. "You sure you are feeling okay?" I asked."I'm fine just talk to me." There was a further lull in the conversation then he ask. "Did you ever kill anyone?" You ever been in the military?" I asked him in return."Not in combat," he replied."Then the easy answer is I don't really know. At the time I wanted to kill someone badly, now I kind of hope I didn't," I. If the old geezer beat her to a door, then the sound of her loud footwear would broadcast her position to him. Jasmine stopped and put the plants down. Carefully sliding the burlap from beneath the plants, she folded it twice, slimy side in, and placed it with the money in her purse. Then, the wheezing woman slid out of her sandals and gathered them up. Jasmine continued on with her route to the rear wall at an easier, barefoot jog.Reaching the building's back end, Jasmine stopped in the.