"Good master is she?" I asked, having resumed my comfortable seat."I'm free," the black woman said. "Ain' got no massa nowadays, mistress neither." So...rry," I said quickly."She fair, that one; crazy I think, but fair. You be nice to her." Can I get something to eat?" I asked her, and she beckoned. I followed her down and sat at a plain table in the shed-roofed kitchen and shared her cold meal and cider. We talked some, but I learned little so I retreated to the fancy bedroom and made myself. I did what she asked but that day stuck in my head for a long time. If she was excited about returning to an area she grew up in, but freaked out about seeing people she knew there, the reason for it must be a good one. We had a weekly standing date on Saturday nights; we’d go out to eat, to see a movie or we’d just hang out at my house and talk. Once we went to the store on a cold, rainy morning, bought a ton of ingredients and made like four-hundred cookies that day! We put two dozen each in. ”“Sure, I guess. It's not like I've never seen you naked. We did shower in school gym class.”Callie was a little apprehensive as she stepped into the shower with Lucy. The warm spray from the shower head felt great as she cleaned her body. It was different not showering alone. It reminded her of the school gym showers, and she recalled looking at the other girls and feeling some attraction.As they cleaned up, their bodies occasionally rubbed together in the small glass door shower. Callie. He agreed as it had already started raining.We both entered the car. Uncle said he stayed at Kengeri. We then started talking to each other and introduced ourselves. I learned that uncle is a retired, Central Government Officer, and was originally from Ahmedabad.He had a son who was a drug addict but had passed away. Now he lived with his daughter-in-law and his grandson. His source of earning was the interest he earned on his savings and some rental income from keeping paying guests.I told him.