‘No. They’re only doing what we do, so let sleeping dogs lie. The other boys of the room know of it so if they’re not saying anything, I’m cer...tainly not going to. That reminds me of the two Scot’s fellows that were like us. Patrick Fitzwilliam and William Fitzpatrick.’ I didn’t laugh for the joke was that old, it had a grey beard. ‘Okay,’ I said as I too undressed and got into bed with him. ‘Are you Patrick or William tonight?’ I asked, giving him a grin before I turned the light out. . I flicked the light on and paused as my brain worked to decide if I could hit the toilet or not and if I needed to shit. She brushed past me standing before the sink just as I settled upon sitting just in case. I muttered something akin to "Excuse me." as I pushed past and sat on my throne. I'm not sure when I actually noticed her, or if she spoke up first, or what. I do remember staring her in the face utterly baffled as to who she was and why she was watching me.See, the thing is I live alone. Then for the first time. I saw her face. She is so cute in her frighten look. I asked to her relax and to gulp some water. ThenAunt: Thanks for helping me. Me: Oah! Its k aunty. Are you comfortable now?A: Yes! But I don’t know from where this snake from and this is second time.Me: Oah! Is it. We have to face it aunty. Cause! We are in remote place. It is often.A: Hmmmm! Ya! We have to and once again thanks for helping me. By the way! What’s your name ?Me: Prashanth and yours?A: shalini sharma.. Jenny appraises Owens for a moment and proclaims."Yes he is! He's the grampa!" she cries out. "You want to be the grampa?"she asks him."I believe I would be an ideal grampa," he says."See!" Jenny declares. "And he looks like a grampa so he's ok." She turnsto Stewart. "You have to dress like a mommy!" she insists."This is wrong," Stewart whispers to me. "I'm not dressing up like awoman." You promised!" Jenny was not relenting."Stewart." Owens lowers his voice. "You should just play along."Owens.