That was quite interesting, and I was wondering if I could parlay that openness, into an open door policy. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. So I go... my dad aside, just before he went into their bedroom, and asked him if they got a little titillated by my surreptitious audience participation. He grinned, and said that mom was the one with the exhibitionist streak. He didn't mind, and figured I was old enough not just to understand about the 'facts of life', but to hear them too. He knew I. I showed her the document."It's a death certificate?" she seemed bemused. "It's my death certificate, I died this morning?" she read on in disbelief."Yes," I showed her the photos of the burned body, "You died horribly, I am so sorry," No" she cried but Ido slapped her face and she quietened down."I shall take her watch and jewellery," Ido announced and slipping her good luck charm and ear rings from her and placing them in his pocket Ido wished me good day and left the room closing the door. The water was hot and the TV was working. She took great pains to inspect both beds for bugs not wanting to be bitten in her own country. That was one of the sources of frustration in captivity. The not being able to avoid the bed-bugs, the lice and the many insects that seemed to be attracted to her soft, white skin. The small children laughed at her discomfort, thinking she was a silly foreigner and beneath their contempt. Diego plopped down in front of the TV and found a Spanish language. She wasn't - heck, I could have been a marble statue for all she noticed.Afterward, back in the bedroom, I watched as she opened a cabinet, pulled out a sheet of something, then spread it over the bed. Then she pointed to it for an obvious reason. Hmmmm.In my halting Arabic, I said, "I can understand your talk if you speak slow." But she just shook her head, pointed to me and again indicated that I should lay on the bed. What the heck, I certainly wasn't going to fight with a naked girl.