Mu jor chatibi kana heba dekhibaa tume senthiku nachei nachei khus kari paruchhi naa naaiBhauja: Seita ta bhala katha je tume eka nuhe ame duhe ekasan...ge chatile kemiti laage dekhiba ( kahi bhauja ta deha upare ta goda pakhaku muhakari rahi taanka pudii tu ta muhare ghasibare laagile je se aahuri uttejita hoi senthire jibh ghasibaku laagila epari ghasila je bhauja ta pudii ru pancha minute re mane rasa bahari gala aau je se khusire khaigala kahila ki swad ki mahaka epari swadare gehiba shakti. It wasn't that Fitz wasn't interested, it was just he was pretty direct and once he identified a problem he wasn't as interested in what caused it as how to cure it. He had often mused that it may have been his four years watching the Marines taking the 'direct' route – charge!The summer after their freshman year their budding relationship was interrupted when Naomi had to go home and help with the farm and earn some money. Fitz helped out at his dad's car dealerships and discovered he had a. So she decided to check it out.She went to the Western Wall and saw an old Jewish man walking slowly up to the holy site. She watched him pray for almost an hour.When he turned to leave, holding a cane and moving very slowly, she approached him for an interview.“Pardon me, sir, I’m Rebecca Smith from CNN. What’s your name?”“Morris Feinberg”, he replied.“Sir, how long have you been coming to the Western Wall and praying?”“For 75 years.”“75 years! That’s amazing! What do you pray for?”“I pray for. The handsome driver opened the car door and offered his hand to help her out of the car. “Ma’am.”“Thank you.” She stepped out of the vehicle a little unsurely. Craig followed, and held her by the elbow. “Come, and I will show you everything I promised.” A beautiful, tall, exotic looking woman opened the door as they neared the entrance. “Welcome home, master.”‘Master? What the hell?’ Sandy's brain finally started working again as she asked,.“Oh, Craig, what’s this all about?”His hand pressed on.