This last trip ended just the same, Shelly was waiting for him, and acted eager to do some loving. They were in the bedroom in just a few minutes, the...sheets fresh and crisp like they always were when he got home. Jerry managed just fine, even though way back in his mind there was now that deep nagging suspicion. While out on the job, his mind full of numbers and all the plans, he hadn’t even thought about his discoveries. Not that once again filled his head. He really had nothing solid to. And my mind floods with these new thoughts: Jake, my writing, my photography, all the possibilities open to me. It's almost like a poor-sighted person trying on glasses for the first time. My view has drastically changed. ~~~July 4th, 9:00 pmAs I walk up the hill, he slowly comes into view. My pace quickens with my heart rate. Looking around, it is the same hill we were on the other day, but the flowers are more prolific, the grass is greener, and the air is lighter. It's like I am seeing my. Due to some reasons it may not be possible. At that moment we have to find an alternative way so that we can be happy. We as an Indian women will think, we should be loyal to our husband. We think, if we try to have illegal relationship with someone, if my husband or someone in society comes to know our entire life will be ruined. But it’s not true according to me. If husband can’t satisfy wife means it’s his problem. However society is there to talk. If we do well also they will speak if we do. But already the heat was stifling. The wind was in from the desert, driving sand between the buildings and in through every door. Ugarte stood on the corner of the Souk and tossed the remains of his cigarette into the street as the Chief of Police's car sped past, scattering traders and squawking livestock. He turned towards the Blue Parrot edging his way through the throng. A cat sat inscrutably in the window of Mahmoud's carpet shop. It reminded Ugarte of his problem. Somehow there had to be.