I am also sure she had no intention of telling me about her adventures after she married dad. I have been trying to convince mom to write about hersel... and her adventures. I have even volunteered to write about her experiences and post them on this site. I did promise to write about her life only after she met and married dad. She is still thinking about allowing me to write about her experiences and for me to post them on this site. If anyone is interested in reading my mothers adventures,. As it was her knees almost buckled. She stepped back sharply, thumping against the car. One hand came up reflexively, palm out, as if to ward off what she saw. There was indeed something wrong with Mr. Magoo, aka Ed Turner. Ed was a relatively small man. He stood just about eye to eye with Draga. He was naturally thin and wiry, near sighted, and balding. Presently he was unnaturally horrible. There was blood staining the left sleeve of Eds dress shirt. What hair there was behind his left ear. The inside was WORSE than the outside with trash all over the place. She led me to a cave like room with NO windows. There was a double bed and no electricity. She explained that "Power Cut hai"...She pointed inside the room and said "Kaapra utaro...". As soon as I entered the room I felt suffocated and refused to go in. She got extremely angry and said "Idhar hi karna hai...nehi to paisa deke bhaag ja, Bouni kyun kharab kiya??". I hated the room so much, I promptly gave her the money. That. What happened? And how come you're not disappearing between classes?" It's my family, sort of," I said. I told her some of what happened, but left out a lot of the politics, which didn't leave much to tell. My family life, I realized, was consumed by politics. Fortunately Cynthia zeroed in on the pedophile."I saw something on the news a while back," she said. "I thought I saw a picture of you up in Olympia, but I wasn't sure." That was me," I said. "It's part of my family background." So your.