You are here so I am fine. Let me go and try.My friend’s daughter went in and came back after a few minutes.Sonia: Naresh, I don’t know how to wea... a saree. I thought you said you would help me. Can you please help me out?We both went to the bedroom and I took out the saree. I slowly started to wrap the saree around her and then put the pallu over her shoulder.Me: Done. Check it out.Sonia: Umm… It doesn’t look great. This baniyan is making it look shabby.Before I could say anything, my friend’s. I know it. The Imperials captured him, and they’re holding him someplace. The Battle-Borns know where.”I was puzzled. “Why do you assume the Battle-Borns know anything?”“They’re the Emperor’s biggest boot lickers here in Whiterun. Their connections to the Empire and the Legion are well known. When Thorald didn’t return home, there was no question in my mind. They knew Thorald supported the Stormcloaks, knew he was going to aid them in battle. Made sure he didn’t come back. Locked him up. Sunshine followed me around unsure of what I wasdoing.My phone beeped again and I dreaded looking at it, but had to."Make me a chicken salad sandwich, I'll be home for lunch soon. Stay asyou are, and don't think of going anywhere."My heart sank. It couldn't be. How could he have known? I instantlyremembered one of my cooking lessons with Katherine when she showed mehow to make her 'famous' chicken salad. She said it was Frank'sfavorite. She would have stopped making it because it remind. “Give me that!” I cried out and tried to snatch the sheet of paper she had picked up from her hands. “Oh no,” she exclaimed and jumped up, still laughing. “That’s too good to give back. Now who would have thought…?” I wanted to die. Why had I kept that sheet, filled with scribbling, at all? My body trembled. Allie lazily dangled the paper above me her, her index finger pointing straight down to the scribbled heart, and she whispered, “How sweet.” I gulped, but I couldn’t keep myself from.