“They are carpenters aunty, we are getting our furniture repaired. Mom and Dad are not at home. I am staying with my friend and will monitor the wor...k. I asked for two and three turned up. So I was telling them I will not pay extra” I told her.She looked suspiciously at them ” Priya, be careful with strangers” she whispered.“Don’t worry, aunty. They are from my friend’s agency. I will hang him if they don’t work sincerely or if they steal” I assured her and asked them to move in.“No, I didn’t. Gaston. The man was a brute, a total pig ... and a million times manlier than her poor Prince could ever be. Her heart recoiled at the thought of him, but the rest of her hummed.The massive knocker boomed once, then again. After less than a second, Gaston bellowed her name, his bass voice reverberating in the sparse room. Belle collected her long skirts and made her way down the staircase, wondering what in the world this man could want. She pulled the chain to unlatch the massive doors, and. Besides, The Boss had said to wait.Not that we had long to wait. When the door opened, I tensed, every muscle prepared for the trouble The Boss said she didn’t expect. The man who entered was big and burly, clearly overweight, with dirty jeans and a stained t-shirt.He walked straight up to the central urinal, in spite of the fact that he could easily have chosen either of the others. I clenched my fists, but something about the situation was unnaturally composed, almost like a tableau. The man. Can I live with it? Can I put it in the past? I guess so. It happened, there's no point in beating myself up over it, or her for that matter." I shrugged."Maybe it's just a matter of time." It's been six months since the confessional. And everyone, including me, expects an answer. And I don't think there's any reason why I shouldn't be able to give one. But something inside of me..."Piers looked at me thoughtfully, and then tentatively said, "Is it that somehow you feel that she's had a fairly.