It would have sufficed with punching Vicdaen.Wizer Joanja walked towards me when I came to the Moonsisters. A black piece of cloth brought my gaze tow...rds her hand. It was a blindfold, and with it she was carrying rope. What was she going to be using those for?"Nice to see you, Amram. Would you like to join me for supper?"Supper? That was a word I had never thought someone would speak to me. Dinner or food perhaps, but not supper. It hit me that although Joanja was worth less in birth than me,. I’d spend my afternoon breaks with her in our little office cafeteria. She really was an interesting person. Some time on, I learned from somewhere that she was married :/ Strange that she never mentioned that to me. When I asked her about it, she ignored me. One Saturday, as I was sitting on my couch wearing boxers, the doorbell of my apartment rang. It was saturday, so I expected it’d be some of my guy friends since I play FIFA on holidays. Unexpectedly, it was Mitali ! I was surprised “what. I will flip you for lunch. Samestakes as normal? Winner picks the spot and the loser buys."I said, "Not this time. I will buy and you can pick the spot. Gerry ismy headache and your my guest."Jo said, "I will go easy on you. The Ye Old Irish Inn. Thanks to you,most of us cops get a discount."I said, "You always did. That was how I got caught when I was 16 andsleeping in the tool shed there. A patrol car came in for some coffeeand sandwiches and saw me. When they talked to my 'Uncle'. he. Mom slowly got to her feet as we both stood there still stunned at what had happened. She went over, picked up the empty beaker and looked at it for a moment. Retrieving her blouse, she walked to the door and stopped. Unable to speak, I watched as she slipped it on and buttoned up the front before smoothing down the front of her skirt.Then she turned to me. "Sometimes, Henry," she said as I stood there in all my spaced out nakedness, "It's not a matter of who we are but of what we are." Are you.