Our grandfather and his family were left to live on the little savings they had.My father and my aunt (my father’s sister) who were born after the f...reedom of India, saw a largehouse that was in shambles, fancy clothes in tatters and little to feed the stomachs. My grandfather made the best decision of his life; he sent my dad to a government school for western schooling.However my aunt (Phoopo) was made to stay at home, just learning the Koran and doing householdchores, since Muslim girls could. Suddenly he didn't feel quite so exhausted. What was in it--crack? His mouth even followed the bottle as she took it away. Don't, she'd only make him beg for it next time.If there was a next time.Nicole shook the bottle with a frown on her face. There was barely a swallow left in the bottle."Oh well," Nicole said. "All good things must come to an end."She poured the last dribbles between George's parched lips and tossed the now empty bottle over the side of the bed."Mmm, I was saving this for. An enormous splash and the crushing weight of tons of water smashing through her windscreen were the last things she remembered.~~~~~She couldn’t breathe. Opening her eyes, she discovered she was in a tank of bluish water. The surface was only a little ways above her, so she thrashed anxiously upward, thrusting her head up above the water.‘Where am I?’ she thought, still lost in the ancient dream of her pervious life. ‘This isn’t the lake – I’m in a vat – a restoration tank! I must’ve been. Mallard, go to lock down. Report." I don't think he knew of our VHF radios. Most of us carried them as a matter of habit until and unless there was a true stand down. There hadn't been one.David's voice came in my earphones. "Snipers view your perimeters. Everyone in the terminal is ready to go, Bobbi." Duck is ready in all respects. Rear gate is open." Mallard is ready. Rear gate is open and guarded."Duck's commander, SJ, came on a bit embarrassed. "Duck's gate is guarded, too."I looked at.