That day I was in a feverish excitement. I showered and put on a pair ofjeans and a T-shirt that showed off my figure. I kept looking at my watch,but ...ime seemed to go twice as slow as usual. At eight I was at the address.It was nearly dark. I pressed the bell. A woman in her thirties, good-lookingand smartly dressed, opened the door, smiled, and ushered me into a small office.She sat down in an armchair, and asked me to sit on a second one. She toldme that it was her job to find out about by. It wasn’t her handwriting. She had dictated it, didn’t even bother to sign it.’ That was the day everything finally started falling into place, making sense. Now he understood. It was all over. If she ever loved him it didn’t matter. She wasn’t coming back. Reality can be a bitch, but it has to be faced. And face it he did, that afternoon on the rock. ‘It’s been almost five years since I received that card, there hasn’t been another word from her. I only know what’s happened in her life. She is still limited in what she can do until we can get the sores and cuts healed. The bruises will go away eventually on their own. Dr Arnold gave me medicine to put on her sores and cuts so hopefully those will heal soon. She has talked a little about her ordeal, not a lot of gory detail, just mostly the basics. But I think it was just to unload her mind and pressure."Miss Jasmine said, "I'm glad to hear that and also glad to know she will not be a basket case. I hope she can return to. Aunty class mudinthathum en arugil oru vayasu pen pola nindru pesa aarambithaal.Naan veetil thaniyaaga thaan irukiren endrum solinaal, neengal en veetu madiyil oru murai vanthu paarkarergala angu ungaluku pidithu irunthaal neeengal vadagaiku irukalam.Ilai sir ippozhuthu thaan elam set aagi irukirathu ipozhuthu veru ethum ennal seiya mudiyaathu endraal. Sari en phone number vaithukolungal ungaluku ena help vendumanalum ennaku call seiyungal endru soli en mobile number koduthen. Pinbu teacher.