Jai hok aaj i sipra devi hospital theke firechhen aar babla o thik dupur belate chole esechhe. Babla or maake bollo – maa uthe boso ami tomai nighty...porie di.Sipra devi– ami nije pore nebo Babla – na ami porie debo.Sipra devi- amar vison lajja korbe babla tui ja ami pore nichhi.Babla- na ami porabo , amar samne lajja ki, bole babla sipra devike jorie dhore uthie bosalo. Sipra devi bujhte parlen babla ke na kore aar kono labh nei. Uni takhon bablar hathe nijeke samarpan korlen.Babla takhon. "I'm sorry, I signed my divorce today. It kinda pissed me off a little. You know?" I ain't never been married, but I knows what you mean. Nobody wants to feel like a failure" she said."I guess that's it. It's a pretty sorry man that can't please one little whore." I said it with a smile."That's better. Now you go back and speak to Miss Nomie. She be mighty hurt you leave without speakin' to her again."I walked through the kitchen door and found Miss Nomie with a long thin wooden paddle in her. I went down and talked to Tara. She asked if her skirt was staying down. I told her it was just like the video, we can't tell anything from the stands. Then she asked why the guys were there. I told her they saw our car from the street and just stopped by to say Hi to me. Sue then called and said let's get on with the match. Tara pulled her skirt down as much as she could and went back to the court. I wished her good luck and told her not to let Sue beat her again.Tara was fired up and was not. A prominent personage in the rarified atmosphere of a place where prominence meant everybody ... senators, congressmen, members of the Cabinet ... lawyers, most of ‘em ... but they weren’t in the select club he was a member of. He was a step up the ladder.So ... I was surrounded by the general run of the federal abc’s and they were hammering questions I couldn’t answer ... because I didn’t know ... when Colonel Robert Ott, USMC (ret), Esq. DJS (Doctor of Juridical Studies) slammed open the door.