Fir main uske bilkul paas baith gaya, aur uski jaangho mein hath ferte hue bola-Me: Isme sahi galat kuch nahi hota.Supriya: Lekin bhabhi?Me: Kya bhabh...?Supriya: Unhe pata chal gaya to?Me: Arre kaise pata chalega usko? Tum bataogi usko?Supriya: Nahi main kyun bataungi?Me: Fir kya, aa jao.Ye keh kar maine uske baalo ki rubber nikaal di, aur uske baal free ho gaye.Supriya mera hath hatate hue boli: Lekin mummy papa bhi to hai.Me: Kyun tum unhe bataogi?Supriya: Nahi, unhe kya bolungi main? Lekin wo. You know, the Sharks just might have planned to come back after you were decorated with lots of Black King DNA. If they killed the Kings themselves, and left some evidence blaming somebody else, there would be more gangs engaged in a more intense war.” I knew who would get blamed. “I wonder ... Now, I have to trust you a bit.”“What Sharks? You can trust me with anything,” she said.“Just keep the bag on.”I had to leave her and get something from a filing cabinet in the house, where I had some. We headed north, towards the Rhondda Valley. Further into the hinterland the road narrowed as it threaded its way through the linear Valley towns. It was then I became aware of traffic hazards not encountered when learning to drive around Reading: to wit, Valley folk and Valley sheep!Valley folk are the salt of the earth but they were/are prone to spend a lot of time gossiping when out shopping in the high street. That was the hazard; the talking was usually conducted in the middle of the high. . I havetons... but I can't think straight right now," I babbled out in response."You must be hungry, once the maid has finished our lunch we can retire tothe living room to eat in private," she said paying my father no mind, asif he wasn't even in the room.At that time my feminized father set two plates on the table, each with asimple sandwiches on it. As he set them down I noticed his nails werepainted a pale girly pink. This caused me to remember an incident thathappened when I was 6 or 7.