”Madam Carronade turned slowly away from the two men and faced the far wall. They waited for her to turn back around, say something, make a sound, w...alk out, anything. Instead they just waited. Finally she asked, “What did the slave look like?”Carl needed something first, “Are you involved?”“No, I am not involved, at least I was not until now.” She turned around again and the men saw she had been crying. But her face did not reflect sadness or grief, but rage. “But I am now. What did the slave. They were white dress pants, I guess you might call them ahipster style pants, mine were way over in the corner. What was I to doso I greeted her best I could. She stood there looking me over and madea comment about me changing clothes. I said yea, I spilled coffee on myown. If you would asked I do have a pair of men's pants in the otherroom.She inadvertently dropped her purse she was carrying I offered to pickit up and you will never guess what she was staring at and giggled. Ithought she. No Goa I think ... very good ... you know she’s the one with a withered arm.”“Burnt arm I think you’ll find Mummy and her name is Redman,” corrected Emma.“Mum, we really have to be off we’re going to miss the ... you know...” Emma said, nodding secretly at her eldest child, placing Trudy in the portable carry cot and sorting out its wheels to pack in the car. “Nicola! Come on now!” she ordered, shrilly, bustling outdoors to pack the car.The girl ignored her until Doreen bent down, lightly. Then he stopped a taxi and asked me to get in and i got in after him. the taxi raced in the heavy traffic and came to a shop like a place except there is nothing on sale. he got out and led me in.then there was a counter and he paid 1000 and another 600 and the man on the counter handed him a condom and we went to a room. the place was very dirty with lots of drunk dirty men smoking and the whole area smelled of piss. the man took me into the room and asked me to get naked so i half removed my.