I go around a corner, and thereis another hall with another set of doors, all of them locked. If thisis a game, I don't know how to play. Someone need... to tell me the rules.Where is the food? Where are the contest rooms, the submission chair,the arena and the rest? Whoever designed The Games this year is puttingon one weird show.Is anyone watching me right now? Is this even good TV, me wanderingaround? Is my father watching? I wonder what he?s thinking. I wonder if?A door opens down the hall. “I’m serious.”“I know you are and I’ll be fine,” I said.Liz sighed heavily and shook her head.“Conny is on her way out so I need to finish getting ready,” she said. “Are you good until we get back? It’ll be around four.”“Go!” I said. “I’ll be just fine.”I sat and pondered Liz’s news as I half watched videos on occupational therapy.The idea of having children wasn’t appalling to me. I genuinely loved the little ones that I had been around for the past few years and I had often fantasized about. The only people you meet are the Maasia, a proud warrior like people who are Simi nomadic. The have vast herds of cattle that they live for, we found them friendly enough if you show them respect. We were told, by our guide that part off the coming of age is for a young men to kill a loin with his spear. The land is really not much use, other than for wild life, the soil is too poor for farming. Although we did come across one place roughly a hundred miles from Nairobi. It was sheer luck. “You two never ended your intimate relationship. Oh, you stopped fucking, but you didn’t change the nature of your relationship and then you had to hide it from Jessica. That’s what caused all the problems you’ve seen with her in the past three years. Her living apart from you for these two years is a good thing. And she probably shouldn’t move back into the house. You’ll need to work hard to develop a proper sibling relationship with her.”“That’s more or less my thinking, too. The tough part.