Choi in a calm voice. I took a seat in a chair which faced him, but my steely-eyed glare told him I wasn't backing down from my question."We are still... evaluating your situation," he muttered in a dismissive manner. He pulled out a cigarette and sparked it up. He inhaled a long drag, and blew a waft of smoke in my direction. He didn't even ask me if I minded if he lit up, I thought bemusedly."And the three women?" I asked, still maintaining an edge to my voice."They are being cared for. They are. ‘Put the kettle on, Steve.’ ‘Spoilsport.’ But he went into the kitchen all the same. I pressed playback. ‘…..Hi! Its Shana again…..Just checking to see if you got my message……I’d better give you my number again. Its 245 5188…..or, if I’m not in, I’ll be in O’Neills tonight. ….about 9ish…See you later….’ ‘You gonna call her then?’ There’s no privacy around Steve. ‘Later.’ ‘Why not now? ‘Carpe Dame’ and all that.’ ‘Its ‘Carpe Diem’. It means ‘Seize the day’. And like I said, later, when you’re. She wasn't brave enough to say it loud enough that her pa might hear it.Grabbing her nightgown, she slipped it over her head. In her haste, she didn't bother with panties.Crossing the room, she called out, "I'm coming, Pa."Her pa's anger made her forget the robe as she hurried over to the poker table."Yeah, Pa? You need more beer?" she asked.She felt self-conscious with all the men's eyes on her. She wished more than ever that she had grabbed the robe before coming out of the bedroom. All she. Amar ashanka holo nishchoi paonagandar byapar hobe. Ami jante chaile ma bollen sesab kichhu na. Taratari kaowa sesh kore ma uthe porlen.Amar khub abak laglo Parshona sesh kore onek ratre bedroom e dhuke dekhi ma ghumonni. Amar odbhut laglo Ami sarasari jiggasha korlam oi bhadralok thik ki bolechhen. Ma thanda golai bollen uni ma ke biye korte chan.Asle bachar dashek age biyer ek bachar pore babar motoi dudiner jware onar stree mara jan,uni nissantan. Make biye kore ekhankar byabasa gutiye.