M unse jyada baatein krne laga taaki unke as pas reh saku or unhe dekhta rhu. Ek din vo kitchen mm khana bna rhi thi to m b chachi k pas jake khada ho...gya oe unse baat krne laga.Baaton baaton m mane unse unka weight puchaa to vo boli ki unka weight 57 kg h. Mane bola ki – ” mjhe to lagta nhi ki apme itna weight hoga.Chlo utha kr dekhta hu apko “. Or fir mane unhe pakda or unki gand k neeche hath le jakr apne hatho par utha liya.Bas unki gaand ko jor se dbate hue m unhe kuch der ase he uthaye. " My kidnapping?" Helena asked Eva."A distraction. Miwa would never have let me, and she's older. Helen was fairly useless if you remember. Of course none of that became necessary."Helena and I exchanged looks and nods. Her face went black. "Father thinks it's a bad idea. Fuck him. But he wants two angels nearby." Who?" I asked."Betty and Naomi." Cool," I said. "Invite them to swim." Father will probably match them," said Eva."Whatever," both Helena said simultaneously, and we all laughed."Last. .. oh, fuck ... oh, fuck!” I heard someone shout and looked closer outside the hospital tent where I was assigned.Already, several medics were busy bringing in some wounded on stretchers, and they were in some terrible shape. I had to put the discourse behind me and focus on the work at hand, just as Anne did. Fortunately, when she was on duty, her laid-back side vanished instantly and a tyrant emerged. She was very much in charge. Somehow, she really compartmentalized to that extent, which. . “¿Cómo se llama?““Camila Mendez, senor.”“Camila, I am Dave. Dave.”“Si. Dave.”This truckstop had a McDonald’s. Makes it easy. Drive-through. Breakfast menu. I glanced at the frightened little thing next to me, ordered the breakfast tacos and a coke and a coffee for myself.She was wolfing one of them down before we made it back to the highway.“Gracias, senor.”“De nada.”I let her finish her meal before my next step. Cellphone. Dial Carlita.This is one of those moments.The phone rang, I.