As we drove off I asked as to how was has today’s performance. She had done very well and was very happy. I asked about her plans now that she was a...free bird; she said first thing in her mind was rest and long sleep.She said she was too tired after so many months of hard work and would not even like to think of anything else. As we neared the spot where I picked her up every day she gave me directions for reaching her place which was just nearby. Upon reaching her Government Quarters Colony,. Sitting with her hands handcuffed behind her back was extremely uncomfortable. Sheila tried to adjust her position to reduce the discomfort until she heard footsteps approaching from the long hallway leading back to the bedrooms and indistinct whispers between two men. She froze and waited tensely to see what they would do next.She felt someone move up close to her and became still. “Look what we found back in your bedroom,” her attacker said with frightening glee. He moved behind her and she. Of course, in the evening the excrement encountered the rotary ventilator.Siobhan:We caught up with Sheila at her studio. Sheila was in the wardrobe, plainly trying to choose an outfit. Francine was looking at the inventory with unconcealed envy. Of course, nothing would remotely fit her. With a start, I realized that Francine had to shop in the Girl's department.Sheila told Francine to pick an outfit to have made. It was a perfect metaphor for the whole day. This excursion was supposed to be. The stick should have connected with the boy’s head but it missed. The boy with the knife spun around when he heard something behind him. That caused his head to shift positions and mess up Jack’s mental calculations. The stick sailed by the boy’s head then slammed down into the shoulder of the other guy who screamed out in agony at the blow. The one with the knife lunged at Jack but missed as Jack stepped aside and lifted his big stick for another swing. This time Jack brought his swing down.