As we hit the hill it was now clear that the van was just going to trail my wife. She didn’t look back, just continued to peddle in a standing posit...ion. Should I catch her up and tell her that she was being watched, or should I just let the two have their moment of fun. Being a gentleman, I opted for the latter and continued to trail my wife and the van, watching her continue to peddle with what seemed to be an increased writhing of her hips. I got a little closer and suddenly noticed her boob. After going to market with my mom and doing the shopping, mom said to me that she has given a new blouse for stitching to a new tailor. So both of us went to tailor’s shop. Tailor’s shop was on at the far end of the market. It was a small shop. Tailor looking at my mom smiled and said hello to her. His name was ansari. He was around 45 years old, 5.9” tall, medium built, clean-shaven. He gave my mom her new blouse and when my mom opened her purse to pay him. He said, “ why don’t to try the. .” she started. Then she paused momentarily, like the name was supposed to mean something to absolutely everyone she thus introduced herself to. Maybe to others her name did mean something, but it rang absolutely no bells at all with me. I did regularly read the “society” pages of all the British national papers in the Public Library, and some of them were clients or potential clients at one time or another, but the name Marcia la Mare meant nothing at all to me in any social context.I replied,. I couldn't accept that Ann would conspire to have me killed. It was too ridiculous for words."I know, Stefan, and I agree with you, but I want you to hold on to the idea that people are innocent until proved guilty. Mum was arrested too. Being arrested does not mean guilty. Clear?" Yes, Dad," they chorused doggedly.As the lads went back upstairs, I heard Jan say, "I bet he did it though," and Stefan, "So do I."I had done what I could.Greta once again disappeared to revise, though how she.