Er war etwa 46 Jahre alt, so genau wusste das eigentlich aber niemand. Eine loyale Person die schon zu den Lebzeiten meines Vaters gedient hatte. Mit ...einen kurzen schwarzen Haaren und dem vernarbten sowie unrasierten Gesicht gab er keinen freundlichen Anblick ab. Das Schwert hing wie jeden Tag lässig an seiner Seite. Allzeit bereit, mich mit seinem Leben zu schützen.Zu meiner Rechten stand Clorus, mein persönlicher Berater. Auch er war ein Überbleibsel aus der Zeit meines Vaters. Er war mit. The ride there was all talk, anything e could think of saying or talking about we did. We talked on the telephone a lot, but as most people know, face –to-face conversations were always better. I tried on a few occasions to get a good idea of what he looked like now, but he had a heavy winter coat on. He was more handsome than I remember, his jaw line more defined, and his haircut wasn’t as shaggy and annoying as it had been when he left. About an hour and a half later, mostly due to the snow. The train pulled up to the station, illuminating the station sign. "Kankakee." The train was short- 5 cars long. It had a single P42, a transition sleeper, a sleeper named "Canyonlands", one of their new Cross Country Cafe cars, a baggage-coach, and a coach bringing up the rear. I rushed into the coach. There could not have been more than 15 restless riders in this coach.You might be wondering why I pay attention to that, or know so much. Well, my father, he was an engineer for the Illinois. She understood it as a yes and continued.Riya: I knew it was your handwriting. I recognised it. And what you wrote about Beena. Beena has been giving you special classes right?I was frozen. I started to sweat and imagined getting kicked out of the college.Riya continued to speak unflinchingly.Riya: What do you think Beena will think about you when she hears this?What about your parents and friends?In my mind, I was like, ‘Bitch! You don’t know what all happened between Beena and me.”She read.