A few minutes later, there was a cry from Ron, “Guys the food’s here!” Jean looked at me pouting her lips to be kissed, which I obliged with. S...e stood up in front of me, I followed her eyes with mine, she put her hands on to my shoulders, and said, “Bob, here’s my present for you, happy birthday!” Jean seemed a bit calmer, her touch much softer, her voice more relaxed. It was my birthday a couple of days ago, and at the time I was a bit disappointed that I hadn’t seen Jean. She took one hand. D le ja maza ni aya mae sharm ke mare laal ho gya or bola aap ye c.D kb laye vo boli jb tere mmy ayi thi tb maine apne suit mae,chipa li thi or ab dekh bi li maza bilkul bhi ni tha tu kahamkha mae kamjor ho rh hai mae chupchap hasta hua unki baate sun rh tha ek dum se vo boli or koi c.D hai tere pas maine phele bola ha fr mana kr diya vo boli sch sch bata vrna,maine kh ha hai par aapko kyu du vo boli dkhni h mujhe mae sharat se suji maine kh aap tuo bna bi skti ho vo boli lagta hai tu aise ni. And pain, I shrugged it off, it was just pain, an opinion held by a part of my mind, which I simply disagreed with, disengaged from, as I had learned to do, over the years, in my fighting lessons, of which my father had never known. But then, just before I felt complacency to set in at how easily I mastered this task, just before I began to wonder if by not showing a need to learn I might be upsetting my father’s educational program and if, for his benefit, I should let him hear a suppressed. “On days when you are home, I had to make some modifications to mine, but this is essentially what I do every day even when I am not supervised,” she explained to me. She said she would walk me through each item on the list and provide me with options.He had also been clear about my little sister Annabelle’s role in all of this. She was not to be exposed to everything but if she wanted to watch the training she could. She could order the girls to do simple tasks as long as it did not interrupt.