They didn't even want me to pay for the funeral. I contributed anyway—I dropped two bits on the bar as I walked out of the saloon, mounted up, and r...de out of town.I got out of sight and was snatched back to the air conditioned comfort of the Organization's headquarters on Earth. Lars showed up a few moments later and said, "An excellent job, Abe. You obviously know your business. Our scientists have to be pleased with that experiment. Let's go to my office and relax."Abe, you have got to tell. We led the horses out into the corral to prepare them for riding. We did as instructed one at a time, Jolene's hands guiding us as we cinched, tightened, loosened then did it all again. When I'd first met Jolene I noticed how rough her hands seemed to be. When she was helping us her hands actually felt very soft but strong. I know it's a strange feeling but I enjoyed her guidance. She was very patient with us both, gently correcting us when we'd miss something or put something on wrong. She. . . a young woman who was in hock to her up to, and even over, the limit.“Nearly finished, Glenda . . . I’m sorry . . . I mean, nearly finished, Ma’am”.A faint smile crossed Glenda’s thin lips as she continued to comb her hair in front of the dressing table mirror.“Do you know, Rosalie,” she said, “that, if you were one of those two girls we have now got downstairs, you could have a cane laid across your bottom for such an error?”There was quite a silence from the adjoining room.“I . . . I’m. To woh mere hath ko pakad bole: Are… hath hatao.Main: Aap bata nahi rahe to sochi main zara hath lagake dekhu.Papa lambi saans chorte hue bole: Huffff… par ye baat kabhi koi aur na jane… samjhe.Main: Hmmm ok papa, promise.Papa: Woh usko hath lagane se woh bada hota hai thora.Main: Thora? Ye thora hai?Papa: Are matlab, dekho jawab pe sawal mat karo, warna nahi bataunga.Main: Ok ok, nahi poochungi. Aap batao.Papa: Woh… use koi hath lagaye na to woh kuch hota hai aur woh thora bada ho jata.