" I believe you, sweetie," he replied softly. "And I know I can trust you." Good. I'm glad," Patty said sincerely. There was a silence then, and it di...n't feel comfortable to Patty."Morton, you're still... acting... differently. Is there... something else we should talk about?"Morton shook his head with an ironic grin on his face. "You know, sometimes there are disadvantages to being in love with such a perceptive girl."Patty smiled at that, her tension easing a little. She'd been concerned. Things went smooth till one day.27-8-2007 I still remember that day. When my mother got a phone call saying that Swetha’s father met with an accident and was admitted in a private hospital. We all went there and saw what happened to him, he was in ICU and we all prayed that he should be fine. But doctors said that his leg is broken so he will not be able to walk here after. Everyone in my family was upset. Swetha cried and I could not control her. Then after few months Swetha’s father told. "It is for me," 'He' chuckled, as they approached a pair of double gatesclearly marked private entry only. Pulling up Bob punched in a key codeon the automatic entry barrier and the gates swung open. "Lady Maud gaveme a pass code, to avoid the main entry gate queues," 'He' chuckled anddrove towards the staff car parking.They were making their way towards of the cafe when a booming voicecalled. "Robbie, you little devil, you might have come and said hellodear," as a battered and tatty Land Rover. "It'd almost be worth it to be a chick for a day or two to get a chance to get in her pants." He laughed. "Like that'd ever happen!"Tom wasn't laughing, and it took a few seconds for Mike and Jerry to see the look on his face. "What?" Jerry finally asked."Are you serious about that?" Tom asked, his voice deadpan. Mike felt a shiver; Tom wasn't joking. At least, he didn't think Tom was joking. "Sure. But that's impossible!"A wry grin spread over Tom's face. "Maybe not." He watched.