Jab main aur Anjali humaare room mein pahunche to briefcase etc kholne ke baad, shower kiya aur bed par aakar let gaye. Hum dono ke beech kaafi der ta... koi baatcheet nahi hui, bahut der khamosh rahne ke baad maine hi shuruaat karte hue Anjali se poocha:Me: Anjali, Kya baat hai, itna chup kyon ho?Anjali: Main tum se kuch kahna chahti hoon, lekin samajh nahi paa rahi ki shuruaar kahan se karoonMe: Batao na kya baat hai, ghbarao mat, jo kuch kahna hai bejhijhak kaho, main tum se kuch nahi. Just don't say anything, please," he replied."Okay. Do you want to go home?" she asked."Not yet. I am better now. But that has never happened before," hereplied."You sure?" she asked."Positive. The pain stopped almost as soon as it started," he said.His face showed concern and Kelly picked up on it."You think this means the changes are moving into high gear?" she said."What do you think?" he asked."Possible. If your insides are changing, then the outside will befollowing soon. If your ovaries. Mild embarrassment isn't enough for this guy. He's gone further eachtime." We thought that was because he was growing in power or confidence," Istated."Well, there is another couple of things. The time between attacks isgetting shorter. He went more than two months before he went after hissecond victim, and since then there has been a pretty steady decreaseof how long he can go without striking again."I looked at the dates of the complaints, and realized she was right."And the other sign?" I. He didn’t like people, had no friends, and vanished from his family over a decade ago. He was a loner. He only talked to people if it was about money. Once a month he conversed with the Bouvier girl that collected his rent and that was it. He liked that girl, and he almost regretted the stunt he had just pulled on his tenants. He sat on the train thinking about the events that led to this trip to Vegas. At sixty-nine years old, he’d lost everything that he had worked for his entire life. It’s.