The moment she felt it was going to gush out of her and before Satish could hold her tighter, she rushed down to the bathroom and entered in.Satish ha... followed her up to the door of the bathroom and was relieved to see that in her urgency she had not bothered to bolt the door. Though he could not see anything by peeping in from the small gap between the doors, he was content that his theory was working out.Anju after relieving herself realized that in her moment of urgency she had forgotten to. Did a quick inventory. Between this little pile and what I left in the laundry hamper, I can justify a load of washing.I went into the bathroom, gathering washcloths from the sink and shower, opened the hamper. Blue towel. Undies, mine and his. Two suits of scrubs, our substitute for pajamas. Another blue towel. And a brown towel.Okay. That’s different. I don’t – definitely don’t – remember Ed nor I using a brown towel. Odd, too, is that it was stuffed down into the hamper a bit. We usually. “Comments and actions that hurt Tory, Rusty, Cheffy and Cookie just will not be tolerated. There is not a member of my race or theirs in this community, who will tolerate that, as they have helped raise us all.”“The controllers and zoetics are not machines; they are not second class citizens. They are members of our families and our community. Do I make myself very clear on this point?” I finished with force in my voice.I was met with stunned silence at my tirade. Having a lot of kids make up. He was looking out into the darkness from time to time. I knew he was going to get down. Beside him was a lady in her late thirties. She was fair with medium built and wore a dark saree. The train was beginning to slow down. The guy got up and was ready to leave. I sat beside her. She looked at me briefly and moved forward slightly to make space for me. I sat down comfortably. The train began to move slowly. The time was around 10 pm. She held the berth above with one hand. Her saree had moved.