The rest had been spent talking and arguing with the captain of the guard. It had not been a good night. Now they were waiting for Ishmael again. The ...oldier was out talking to Rashid the Hunter. At the end of everything the man had been called in to see if he could find something that all the soldiers and men of the factory had missed. No one was holding out much hope that he would and even if he could, would it be too late. All they could do now was to wait.It was early dawn when Pedro was. As part of my general nursing training I spent ten weeks in 'mother and child care' — that is, obstetrics. I found the whole business of birth and post-natal care incredibly satisfying and would have loved to train as a midwife. Unfortunately, that was in the early days of the sexual equality movement, and only two hospitals, one in London and one in Edinburgh, would accept men (as a pilot project) for training in midwifery. It just was not practical for me to do that. I've never forgotten the. ”I turned and saw the lady trying to push the old man’s head who had rested his head on her shoulders. She saw me looking at her and feeling ashamed said, “I told him not to drink liquor and look how he is snoring. God knows how I am going to spend the whole night.”I felt sorry for her and asked her, “Ma’am, you can have my seat and I will take your seat.”“No, you don’t know my father-in-law. You won’t be able to sleep hearing his snoring, Thanks, anyway.” The lady replied.So the old man was. We walked and walked till we reached dead-end. Neha and I exchanged glances. The last house, Madam”, said the ogre. An independent house with 2 floors with withering paint stared at us 2 BHK ma’am, no pollution, no traffic sound, the owner very good.The ogre continued in his broken English. He rang the calling bell, and a fat plump lady wearing a saree which displayed her 3 tires around her belly opened the door. Princess Fiona and broker ogre, where is the donkey?The fat lady had a serious.