Katie faked a pout. I whispered in her ear, I thought about my daddy, a lot, when I was younger then you are now. I whispered. Really? Katie responded... And I even tried to sneak a peak when ever he was in the shower or changing clothes. Really? Katie asked, her eyes getting bigger. Sure did, in fact I hid in his closet one time while he was taking a bath, because I knew hed be in his room getting dressed. Well? Katie asked. Well, I got an eye full, and it was a lot bigger then I thought it. She looked like she wanted to ask him something, but wasn't sure if this was the right time. Then she managed to work up the courage."Jeff? Can I ask you something personal?" Sure," he said with a friendly smile."And you promise you won't get angry?" Okay, I promise."Brit took a deep breath. "Is it true you've had sex with Crystal?"Jeff just stared at her, dumbfounded. How did she know? Of all the questions she could have asked then, that was the one he was least prepared to answer."I ... I. It was while we were gazing about our surroundings that I spied a landau travelling towards the bungalow. At first I feared it might be Oswald Repp. The robust build and thatch of fair hair of the driver marked him as European. but it was plainly not the diminutive Repp. In the short time I had been in India I knew how unlikely it was for a European to be doing such a menial task as driving a carriage, and thought the driver might be a former member of a Madras European Regiment down on his. As he tilted his head back to swallow his first beer in days, he suddenly felt the urge to spit it out, which he did, across the entirely of his mother's spotless linoleum floor."Heartless wench!" he hollered, "Foul, faithless harlot! Not only have you tried to poison me, but you have turned my favorite hobby against me. How will I ever be able to hang out and have beer and pizza with my buddies ever again? You have torn my heart and now you rip the life out of my gut. You," he pointed at her.