If you could do so, however, it might enhance your enjoyment of this story. Thank you for choosing my work for your reading pleasure. Whichever you de...cide, I hope that you like it. Autumn Writer *********** George glanced at Helen as she dozed next to him, her sweater draped around her shoulders. He envied the way she could fit comfortably in the space provided by a seat on an airliner. He was on the aisle, she sat near the window. Even in First Class, his long legs were constantly searching. He sold off my husband's land at once." Is he often this late?" I asked.She nodded. "He will not be home. When he is not here by sunset, he never is." Where does he go?"She shook her head. "He does not tell me, will not." Where do you want me to sleep?" I asked, quite innocently I thought.She smiled and stood. "Come," she said, and she took me up to her bedroom. "The girl sleeps soundly," she whispered as she stood in my arms, face to my chest, "but we should be as quiet as we can be."I bent. Unless you are willing to buy me an outfit..." Oh, no, Lisa dear. I did not travel five hundred miles just to be sidetracked to a shopping mall by my sweet-talking daughter. Besides, the only problem with what you are wearing is that it is too... chic. But then again, I am sure the winds at a hundred miles would give you that ruffled, untidy look. What do you say?" Ruffled look, eh? Let me see what I can do about that." At this hour of the day, there was hardly anyone is sight as we walked. There was a lot of tension in the air as Ashwin invited him to come to sit for tea, but other than that he did not speak in any friendly words. There was an awkward silence until Rajesh spoke.“I am really sorry for what happened on the interview day. It was a really big confusion that led to this situation.” Rajesh took a pause until he had Ashwin’s attention. Pramila preferred to keep quiet and let Rajesh do the explaining.“What happened was that on the day of the interview, I simply gave her.