“Perhaps if we did not have others about, I would consider it. But under these circumstances, they will simply have to be angry with me. I have just... recently made amends with Amelia. I will not risk her ire by allowing things to get out of hand. Lydia’s parents lived in terror for a decade because a king did as he pleased. I will not have that again.”“I understand your rationale even if I don’t necessary believe it sound,” Rucar admitted with a laugh. “Besides, you need not worry about Amelia.. I could hear the tea tray being prepared. I told him that it was time to go out as brother and sister again. He got up, wore his clothes. I looked for a fresh bra and then wore my blouse and wrapped the same saree around. I did my hair and he did his and we stepped out of the room as if nothing had happened.During tea, chatting with my Mother, he suggested that I visited him during the Spring Festival. She said half yes.Then it wax time for him to go. He suggested, "Okay. So I will get into a. “What the hell is wrong with you?” I’d messed up I know. It was my first secretarial job and I’d never heard the phrase before, so I just wrote down what I thought I’d heard. I thought it was odd at the time, and now I know why... “Sorry,” I said.“It was meant to say ‘ipso facto’, not ‘if so, fatso’. Can you imagine the amount of grovelling and ass licking I’ve had to do to keep the contract? A fucking shit load!!”As soon as he said ‘fatso’ I started to smile. I didn’t mean to. It just. I couldn’t remember what had happened. A moment later, Sam walked into the room. “You’re awake,” he said. “Good.” “What…what happened?” I asked. “You tell me, Chris.” “I don’t know.” “You don’t remember?” “No,” I replied. “Try,” he said. “I can’t. I don’t remember anything.” “I called the doctor, Chris,” Sam said, hesitating. “He’s on his way over.” “What? Why?” “Because I think you have a problem…” “Not you, too,” I said, under my breath. Sam looked at me, but ignored my remark. “I think you.