"Oh, I'm going to be late for work. You'd better scram to school. I'll be fine. Just grab something quick for lunch, and I'll see you tonight. Have a ...great day, my full-grown boy." She smiled then, quite unaware that I was growing great lengths in the presence of her disarrayed clothing. I could even see a corner of her white cotton panties. Only with great regret did I leave mom and rush off to school. Before I left, I checked the refrigerator to make sure the rest of the chocolate cake had. Naangal irupathu kuraivaana veedugale, athilum angu irukum ore aan magan naan matum thaan. Athanaal pengal aangal endra paagu paadu ilamal pazhaguvom, enaku en vayathu aagum thozhiyai migavum pidikum.Aval peyar rekha anaal aval aunty udan thaan nerukamaaga pazhagi kondu irupaal, naangal mundru perume nerukamaaga pazhaguvom.Andru niraiya siru pasangal irunthaargal, aunty kanam pochi aadalam endru sollinaal. Naan rekha udan ulasamaaga irukalam endra aasaiyil sari endru sollinen. Anaal aatam. Making my way to the last place that piqued my curiosity the day before, I was grateful for the sun there as I could honestly see a track embedded in the wall extending well past the sides of the opening. I was thinking that the track could easily support doors if that was what it was but the obvious question I asked myself was if there were doors here at one time where were they now. Spotting Antonia taking pictures of whatever she had found, I started taking pictures myself focusing on the. She loved Buttercup. She didn’t want there to be an inch of difference between them. “Yeah, you’re right! I guess it’s ‘cos I’ve been in this fucking hell hole too long. I can see why the women here hate the men so much. But I guess even back home there are some men that aren’t such fucking pigs. And there’d be a lot fewer pigs here if the men didn’t run things the way they do.” Buttercup let her bags drop. She could see what an effort it cost Tracey to do any reflection or thinking outside her.