But I was going to make Anya wait. I wasn’t going to tell her… not yet. Not until I needed to. I smiled back at her—a knowing smile. ‘Put on s...me clothes. A pair of jeans and a nice tight T-shirt. Oh—and those sandals that you were wearing yesterday.’ ‘Yes, Sir.’ ‘You won’t need anything else.’ I put my clothes on too, and we left her room—she handed me the key as we left. Though it was a Sunday morning, we were lucky enough to catch a bus into town without waiting too long. We went upstairs. Anna had cuffed her over the head and told her to stop being a big baby. As Kainene handed over her suitcase for her father to put in the boot of his car, she turned round and grabbed her friends in a fierce hug. ‘Don’t worry, I’ll be back again before you know it, okay. Stop being such a cute baby, Vicky, it’s just Bristol not Australia. Don’t want Nicky ringing me up later and asking why I caused his bird to have puffy eyes and a stinging headache.’ Vicky let out a watery laugh, complete with. She even remembered thinking that herself, at the time. But the man had offered them dinner and suggested they go to a nightclub afterwards, and Em was in a playful mood. As they left another drinker at the bar had said to Ambrose, “Be very careful, Monsieur.” Ambrose had smiled his thanks. He hadn’t needed the warning, but it was nice that someone cared. They went with him to a restaurant in town and ate; quite well as it turned out. The difficulty lay in maintaining conversation in French.. Itne mein Salim bola, “Abey Ragini, teri beti se baat kar raha hu main.”Maa, “Arey mujhe thodi pata tha. Tu kab aayi beti?”Maine bola, “Bas abhi aayi maa.”Salim mere pass aakar mere gale ko sehlaate hue bola, “Ragini tu pehle bata deti, toh main poora josh tujhpe nahin nikalta. Balki teri beti ke liye bacha ke rakhta.”Maine muskuraate hue bola, “Poora josh? Matlab?”Salim ne ye sunkar pehle meri maa ki taraf dekha. Aur aankhon se kuch ishaara karte hue bola, “Tu hi bata isko, main tab tak isko.