. I'm sure he would but ... uh ... actually, what I was thinking about was more of a ... uh ... you know ... a..."Meghan realized she had made a mista...e. Oh God, she thought, embarrassed and suddenly miserable. What in the hell am I doing? Was I really trying to ... to ... invite Sylvia over to meet Ken? And just what was I hoping would come of that? "Look, Sylvia," she said, interrupting the sports writer's babbling backpedal. "I'm sorry. Forget I even mentioned it." No, no," Sylvia said,. Iruthiyil naanum enathu nanban matrum meenava nanban irunthaan. Sari indru oru naal en veetile thangi vitu selumaaru solinaan.Ithai soliyathum naan sari macha indru naangal unathu veetile thangi vitu selugirom endru sonen, anaithu nanbargalaiyum veetirku anapi vaithu vitu meenava nanban veetirku sendrom.Avan irupathu oru gramam pola irunthathu, oru kurugalaana veethi thaan irunthathu, antha veethi 6’ matum thaan irunthathu. Atharkule oru 30 kudumbam irunthathu, naan muthalil selum pozhuthe oru. “Well I suppose it’s my turn,” the beautiful redhead started. “I’m afraid that it doesn’t have all the love and support that you two had.” She paused to gather herself and continued, “So, I’m Fiona Wright but I was born Fiona Price, 31 years old.”“Wait, Price? Were you married before?” Genja questioned.“Patience, I’ll get there. So, 31 years old, born and raised in Flagstaff, Arizona. My father was the town mayor and my mother was the president of more committees than I can remember. I was. “General Beking!” A stern, disciplinary voice sounded from outside the room connected to the balcony.The middle aged woman, General Beking of the Golden Desert Fort and its highest authority, rested her clay cup on the stone table. Her serene countenance turned strict. “You may enter, Lieutenant General Hasil”. She spoke in a rather deep voice.Soon after, the sound of hurried steps crossed the entrance to the room and proceeded straight to the small balcony. A lean army man, not taller than a.