My mother die in childbirth, with my brother Abraham, and Harold's mother would send him to fetch the baker for one reason, or another. Harold's fathe... would drop everything and run like a bull over to Harold's mother and they would close the doors, and pull the draperies, so they could 'comfort' each other."One day Harold say to me, 'Let's go see what our folks getting up about, and we walked to their house. Harold and me, quiet like teeny mice, tip toe to the door and we see my father on top. Maybe a nice desk. Isabelle once confided to me that she likes to work with wood... I looked around and breathed deeply of the cold air. I'll say one thing for the WFM, they keep a nice planet.I thought again about the Nebraska channel. I could have Jim and me down it in a moment. Then a quick jump to the center of Antelope Freeway, Jim dreaming me to the edge of the arctic home, a quick run across the polar ice from the peninsula... I could be back on Earth with Jim safe with Cindy in a couple. That evening I set out for the little homestead, leaving my misses wrapped round the telly, she hardly noticed when I announced I was off to play skittles at the pub in the nearby village.It took a good quarter of an hour down unfamiliar tracks to find the isolated little bungalow tucked away beside the local canal, the sun was still showing and the heat radiating from the baked ground when I finally drew up in the front yard, the little place looked well tended, windows sparkling, curtains. Suddenly Kanhay said,“Give me your bra,” he said in a firm voice.Nama broke into laughter, thinking it was a joke. But it wasn’t. He was dead serious, looking at her.“If you want to continue riding with me, then you have to take off the bra and give it,” he said, staring at her. Nama got scared. She didn’t say anything. She buttoned her shirt back again.“Just kidding,” said Kanhay. Nama was relieved. After a few seconds of awkward laughter, he continued to drive. Five minutes later, he stopped.