After few days she also kept her balcony door little open after drying her clothes. As nobody used to be in bathrooms that time we used to do this on ...egular basic. I was getting to desperate to speak to her. I used to just see her daily getting ready. Never saw her without her dress also. So one day after she left her room to start to office I went down and waited for some time. Then I kept walking behind her for some time and was scared thinking what if she complaints in pg. But somehow I. “But no. I can’t do that any more.”She went weak in his arms, but stiffened again immediately.“Thank goodness,” she breathed. “I don’t know what I’m going to do when I come back.”“You’ll meet some handsome guy up there in the city,” he said. “He’ll want you as much as I do.”“But will I want him?” she asked, her face buried in his chest.“Time will tell,” he said. “You have to want that to happen. Don’t waste as much time as I did.”She looked up at him. “You didn’t waste your time,” she said.. "I don't care if he's behind this thing or not," she said icily. "Because if that sonofabitch turns out to be a cop-killer, I'm going to drill him."***"Ho, ho, ho, bendigan, bendigan. Ho, ho, ho, bendigan, bendigan. Ho, ho, ho, bendigan, bendigan."The chanting had been going on for a long, long time. The old man - the tchissakiwinini - sat very still in the kushapatshikan - the shaking-tent. Maybe it was the magnitude of the event, or the mood of the gathering, or possibly it was the incredible. But this song reminded her of Samy. He had brought to her that same feeling of safe harbor, and she sorely missed him even if she had only been with him that one time. She hadn’t wanted to go home that day. She had driven home wondering if he had really felt the same as her, or was she just being foolish? She had wondered if she would ever see him again, or if he was done with her since he’d gotten what he’d wanted. Then, he had written her and the whole world opened up for her again. She had.