Would you believe it? Only just getting acquainted and she assaults me. And called me an idiot. There's no justice in this world.We were now strolling... past the car park where I, by a fortunate coincidence, had happened to park. "That," I said, indicating my panel van, "is my transport. A very nice vehicle. As you can see from the way it's parked, we could sit comfortably at the back with the door open and watch the birds in comfort. We might even see Margaret bringing George his dinner." I. Would there be an advantage to that?" Mike asked."It's a trade-off," Marie said. "We'd need a lot of kitchen equipment, tables, benches, and cooking crews. I think there's simply too many families, too many people here to make it work. Also, the women prefer to cook for themselves. There'd be resentment." That means we have to protect their individual food stocks, or dispense it on a daily ration from secured locations. Would that be workable?" Mike wondered."It will take food lockers placed. She asked for the person she called for and it came to notice that she dialed the wrong number. She herself said ’sorry’ and disconnected the phone. I called her up again and asked whom did she called for. She said ‘I m sorry I have dialed the wrong number’. Again she disconnected the phone. After sometime I sent her a message ‘Sweet voice, can I know your name’.She didn’t respond. The next day I called her up and introduced myself and continued our conversation. I asked her name. She responded. Beautiful women like her had reason enough to be suspicious of men offering "help." Thanks. Really." She looked up at me again and for a moment, I stared into her soft gray eyes. There was something there that I could not read, but the moment ended, and she turned and walked towards her makeshift target.I shook my head, exiting the bus and closing the door. I could see Helen removing arrows from the dirt, and carefully wiping them clean before placing them in a small black leather quiver that.