And I meant it! I never have, I swear! I only go out when I’m with him for some event or something.”“Have you told anyone else about this?”“...re you kidding? Of course not!”“I’m going to change the subject. I need you to tell me truthfully: What do you think of John Sinman?”“I told you. He’s really hunky. But, he’s Ralph’s son. He’s his dad’s son.”“What would you say if I told you that Ralph isn’t John’s biological father?”“What? No shit? Crap! Ralph is really going to freak when he finds. "I have you know I have been skinning my kills for forty days, and I'm quite good at it," I replied.Sarla started laughing and I looked at her trying to figure out what she was laughing about. Before I could ask she wiped her eyes, took a deep breath and laid into me with her tongue."Well, forty days is nothing. When you have twelve summers of doing it, then you can say you know how. Now give me the knife, you go over to your chair and sit down," she replied."But ... Damn it! Can't I do. Since she was on the squad, she and I weren't talking to each other.One person I did spend some time with was Mr. Johnson. I was walking home from the store one afternoon when I passed by a house a couple of blocks away from us. There was an old man watering the front lawn with a hose. He looked up and smiled as I came up on the yard."You're the Bond girl, aren't you?" Uh, yes Sir." I beg your pardon, Miss. We've never been introduced. My name is Donald Johnson. I visited you and your brother. Lee-Joshin gave a slight smile, and then got down to business.He consulted the paper held in his hand before addressing me. “The expedition is due to leave Southampton on September the twenty third, aboard the East Indiaman Ganges. Cabins have been allocated, and you will be sharing with a Captain Guest...”“I will be accompanied by my wife, Mister Lee-Joshin, and will be sharing my cabin with her.”Lee-Joshin and Player stared at me in amazement.“Your wife – a female?” the latter said.“Yes, it.