"What's that," Laura asked having forgotten what they were discussing."To know what you want to do you have to start by deciding what you like to do."...What I like to do is work!" Laura said exasperated. "My husband is working, my children are at school, and there is no need for me here in the house. I'm getting a job. I'll talk it over with Stan and let him know that it's not because we need extra money, it's because I'll go crazy if I don't get something to do." Stan never told me," Amy said,. One frequent visitor to the house was a man called Raghu. He lived in a nearby village and came to the house once or twice a week to do odd jobs. He was a tall and stout fellow with a very dark complexion. He liked to talk and chew betel. The old man and woman rarely allowed him to enter the house. Whenever he came, he was given a number of tasks like chopping fire-wood, digging the ground around the coconut trees, mending the roof, so on and so forth. He was punctual most of the time, and when. I’ll give you all the details later. Maria Cristina is going to have to forgo her night tonight. I’ll talk to her about it.”“You have that much to tell?”I nodded, “It was a wonderful two weeks, I had some very good talks with the counselor and met a lot of really nice people. I basically forgot what ‘small-town’ America was like, and it gave me some serious insights into the culture wars that are starting in earnest.”“And?” Kara asked with an arched eyebrow.“Later!” I chuckled. “I need to talk. In case you haven't noticed, they treat him with great respect but are not standoffish at all. After all, he takes good care of them. And the men certainly have no problem with his women. Let's go on down to the shed."We made our way along the path and arrived at the shed before almost everyone else. The six "victims" were there along with four native men who had been designated to help. There were also about a dozen other natives - men and women - who had come down early to either taut or.