I had assumed they went back to their families. I never checked I couldn’t let myself find out the truth.”“There are police and--”“It all ca...lls back to my bosses.” She said. “I know how to stay off their radar.”“So what?” Mrs Henson asked. “Are you saying we run?”“No,” She said. “I’m saying you move. I have the tools to help. Get all of the money you can over the next few days.”“Leave everything?” Mrs Ramamurthy hugged Samira tighter.“As long as the girls are safe.” Dr Ramamurthy said. “I’ll do. Presently, it was the color ... and consistency ... of rust. There were a series of openings that, once upon a time, held glass. The driver had a windshield that was mostly intact ... except for a bullet hole or two.We met the bus in the Plaza Cívica 7 de Agosto at 5Am. We had purchased tickets. Purchase of tickets ... with a suitable bribe to the armed guard and another to the driver ... guaranteed us seats ... such as they were. Still, there were leather covers over the springs. We boarded. As usual, she was thesmarter of us.***A few weeks later, after a girl’s night out — whichin her case always consisted of a women’s movie andsome dinner — she came home and told me that I hadmade a good prediction. The nasty joking had come to aplace where it couldn’t go much further and couldn’tget more bizarre.“What do you mean?” I asked.“They all explained it to me at dinner, and I don’teven know why I’m telling you, except for. “Yes….I don’t know what the problem is.” The woman replied. “My Jeep just won’t start.”“I’m afraid I don’t know much about cars, but I can give you a lift somewhere once I pick up a few things.” I offered politely, secretly hoping she would accept my offer.“Oh, that would be wonderful!” The woman exclaimed. “My name’s Sharon. What’s yours kind sir?”“I’m Barney, but most of my friends call me Barn.” I answered as we headed towards the store.As we walked into the store I kept thinking about.