.. and that number should sink into your pretty little head.Right sweetling?" I.. I err... yes..." I reply off balance from her attitude."Oh I do hope...so." She says looking concerned, "Now.. closet, bed, vibecleaning station, table, chair, shower room, dressing table... everythinghere. When curfew sounds you have to be in your room, or someone else's,only when the door locks after curfew can you put your feet in thosespecial holes to unlock your shoes... I bet your calves are aching rightnow. But truth be told, I didn’t enjoy it much. I thought, may be normal people were not my thing. A couple of days passed and I forgot about Ramya aunty. My life was going in my usual boring routine. When I got back from college, my mom asked me to give a cover to Ramya aunty. I took the cover and asked her what was in it. She said something belonging to Ramya aunty flew and fell in our balcony. Disinterestedly, I walked out of our house. As soon as I made sure no one was watching me. I opened the. ” I made an honest but doomed attempt at standing still. “Organ music always makes me dance.”“Hold still, your tie is crooked.”“Yes’em.”I held still, and she straightened my tie. Then, she brushed a little dander from the shoulder of my jacket.“You look nice in a tuxedo.”“Thank you.”“Well you do. We should dress you up more often.”“You’ll get at least one other chance after this.”“Mmmmmm! I can hardly wait for that, but I think we ought to find other excuses.”I shook my head with a goofy grin. I’m sure they all are just on their way. Not everyone lives as close as you.” Closing the door, Jim walks into the kitchen and brings out two glasses. Pouring two glasses of water, he pulls one of the vials out of its’ hiding spot. Pouring the liquid into one of the drinks, Jim makes sure that he hands Rita the drugged glass. As they conversed, Jim saw a slow change in her eyes. After 10 minutes, he excused himself to go to the bathroom. He grabbed the results journal for the vials on his way.