Pura ka pura top meri gand ke ander tha mera to ake bar ayi ansu bahene lage wo ro rahi the maine kaha ki monu please is nikal lo muja bohat dard ho r...ha hai monu bola kiGabroo mat thori der mai dard kam ho jye ga muja wo honsla dena laga uuuuthori der mai dard band hua to maine rona band kar diya par monu na meri gand ma sa lun ke top ko baher nahi nikala maine kaha plese monu or mat dalo muja saha nahi jata wo kahena laga mona jann gbro mat pir wo apna top ko ander baher karnae laga maine. “You’re very sweet. Talk to you later,” she said, patting his face gently and then made her way over to the girl, who immediately stood up and gave a small curtsey. “May I?” asked Sharifa as she pointed to the chair.“Please do,” replied the girl shyly.“I’m Sharifa, do sit down.”“Yes, I know. I’m Nicola Price,” said the girl.“You are the one that won an impossible scholarship. Is that right?” asked Sharifa.“Yes, well, it wasn’t impossible, obviously,” responded Nicola with a blush.“Well, I think. There were plenty of options that went through Frank’s mind. This was a prank. Or a stunt. A bet. A dare. Maybe the fat suit was filled with beer, and there was a straw near the collar … Stupid, but I’ve learned that stupid is unpredictable. Frank moved into the gift shop, and turned down the side aisle, framed exclusively by bookshelves. It looked like the ‘fat man’ had squeezed past the bookcases and had tucked himself into the back of the room. Frank moved down the other aisle, hoping to run. What did you say you did for a living?’ ‘I didn’t.’ I sat there for a while just thinking about what Laura had proposed. The idea was crazy, but then, the whole divorce had been crazy. I hadn’t seen her or anyone from her family at all since that evening she had told me she wanted a divorce. Was this mystery lady right? Was there something else that had provoked this whole insane, soul-destroying episode in my life? ‘So what do I do now?’ ‘Go back in there and sit down with your good friends.