He came back and sat it on the small ledge which separated us and I dipped my bony index finger in it a little whisp of smoke rising and I withdrew it... sighing heavily.“Anything else?”“How much do I weigh?”“The truth?”“Yes”Now this I found funny so I answered.“256”“Damn!” he swore and I looked at him shocked and chuckled.“Why is that funny I’ve been on that damnable Jenny Craig food bah! They can go to hell!” “The robes do make you look slimmer but I think you should be happy with yourself”“Okay. As I have also encounter kind of experience I thought of sharing my experience with story. Many time I thought of writing but withdraw thinking otherwise. This time I got courage to pen it. This is the true story which took place 10 years ago when I went to Delhi for job hunt and got job in one of the corporate. While job hunt I was sharing room with one of the distant friend I met in my first interview. We become friend as he was already staying in rented room. I asked if I can share room till. I also knew that every Saturday afternoon he went to the club to play cards and to eat dinner with those who gathered. It was the only family I knew he had and as far as I knew, no one there knew that he had passed away.On the way, I stopped at an international deli and picked up knäckebröd, a kind of Swedish cracker. From what I gathered, it was what Dag contributed to the weekly dinners. When I passed the center, looking for a parking space, I could see people inside playing games and sitting. Have a look at her and if she does turn out to be Kathy West then come and find me. If not, don't cause any problems and get your ass back to this table. While we're gone, you two keep an eye on things. If something happens that means trouble for us, sound off and I'll come running."Nimue didn't like the idea of me heading into a brothel but there really wasn't any way around it. I left first and headed out of the common room and up a flight of stairs that led to the next floor. The bartender.