"Well don't wait Tone," by Brother Tom, said matter of factly."Help yourself. Tony, this is my Sister Michele; Michele this is Tony.But what the fuck... you two met on a more than personal level last nightdidn't you. So, no need for formal introductions," he laughed."Go for it Tone!"The black, heavily muscled youth sprang forward and wrapped me in hishuge arms. He pulled me forward and I collapsed against him. He lookedme in the eyes and then pulled my face towards his."Hello Michele," he. " He turned back to Stacie. "So, Mrs. Charles, am I to understand that you have no memory of seeing Mr. Daley before you moved to Regent Park?"Stacie shook her head. "No," she said, "I don't recall seeing him before that. But as I said, my memory of those days is not all that clear. Except for my father's death. And his funeral." Suddenly, she looked astonished. "Yes," she said, "at my dad's funeral. There was this guy who was talking to Mum. I remember him because he patted me on the head, and. Every thing was normal till one day when my mother was to leave for Temple at 3.30PM as there was some Bhog ceremony.At 4PM the tutor Sanjiv Sir has come and started teaching my sister.My sister knew that mom is not at home so she asked me to bring Rimjhim from the Market as she is feeling Giddiness.I went out and came back hurriedly bringing the needful Rimjhim and two Pepsi.When I came back in slow steps and peeped from the window which opens in the inner courtyard I found my sister being. Greta relished in the fact that she was a lady of leisure. After cleaning the apartment every day, she dressed in one of her nicest dresses or the lingerie Frank purchased for her on their shopping sprees. She had so many garments that she couldn't possibly wear them all. She would sit playing solitaire or put a picture puzzle together or go to the corner for the newspaper. Every afternoon if the weather was nice, she'd take a walk about the area. Have a cup of tea and pastry for a treat.Frank.