Get in line in front of me and your friend can join you when he or she arrives”, politely answered Rebecca.“That is so sweet of you. Thank you”,...answered the woman,”I’m Marilyn by the way”.“Hi. I’m Rebecca”, answered the fashion expert.The two women smiled at each other and were silent for some minutes. “Oh, the heck with her. She’s always late. Do you have to have lunch here ?”, asked Marilyn“No. Of course not. Lead the way if you have a favorite place which is less crowded”, beamed Rebecca. I put my hands close to my body and placed my fingers inches away from her juicy stomach. To come to my aid, came the bumpy roads of Patna which moved her body to the perfect setup trap of my desires.My fingers touched and she knew what I was doing. While the roads turned out to be smooth, still she was moving which rang bells in my head. I inched my fingers closer and now it was on her stomach. She didn’t move and I gathered the courage to look at her face. Our eyes meet and she was gazing me. There were plenty of other ships -- much smaller than the liners, but larger than the Apalachicola. But we continued north, perhaps unnecessarily, to Lauderdale.We were now twenty in number: Eleven men and boys, ranging from 78 years old to 12-year-old Edward and his little brother, a child of four. We had nine women and girls. The eldest, Bridgett in her mid-forties, down to Geneva, 14, and the three little girls, all five years old and under.We had become a community.We doubled up and made. This place has a washing machine. The first day I put four shirts in it, pulled the chain and haven’t seen ‘em since. It only rained twice this week, three days the first time and four days the second time.The coat you wanted me to send to you, Aunt Sue said it would be a little too heavy to send in the mail with them heavy buttons, so we cut them off and put them in the pockets. We got a bill from the funeral home, and it said if we didn’t make the final payment on Grandma’s funeral bill, up.