Well, the new, improved me. Young Karl.I wasn't all that accustomed, just yet, to examining my own new appearance, but I'd had all day to get more-or-...ess familiar with the new me, and this -- this painting -- was dead-on!But when had she had time to paint it? I had seen Ellie, earlier that day, at the cafe, but, so far as I could tell, she had never "seen" me -- the Young Karl -- until two days ago, just last Sunday morning. Before that, it had been only the 76-year-old Karl who had eaten his. A servant answered and Jeff asked to speak with Mr. Tanaka. When he was told that Kei’s father was out, Jeff asked to speak with Mrs. Tanaka. When the servant refused, Kei moved closer to the phone and called him by name, demanding to speak with her mother. When the servant still balked, Kei switched to Japanese, her personality changing as she snapped out a rapid string of words that the Matthews couldn’t understand.“There was a long pause before a female’s voice came on the line. Jeff and the. “What isn’t natural?” “My nails. I saw you looking at them.” “What?” “They got crumbly some time ago and I had them replaced with artificial once. Maybe I should have bought a more expensive model.” “These look quite good,” I said. Her lips turned up in a charming smile. After dropping on the bed, she snuggled against me. I felt her firm breasts pressing against me. My arms slipped instinctively around her waist. “I love my left breast being caressed,” she intoned with a dreamy expression. “Okay, we shall manage it somehow,” she finally said.“You…sure about this?” Adnan asked in a somewhat surprised tone.“Yeah,” Gayatri said.“Okay, I’ll take the room then,” Adnan said, turning back towards Bashir.“Go to that corridor,” Adnan said to Gayatri, showing her a corridor that started from the reception hall.“Walk all the way towards the other end. The room is the one towards your right hand side. Wait there. I’ll be there soon.”Gayatri waited in the room. Within minutes, Adnan was.