Yet you scream 'Girl'."I sat back into the booths seat and thought. "You don't think I've beenprogrammed do you?" I asked. "Even subliminally?" I shud...ered. "Becauseif so that would explain a lot." Who knows?" Bianca answered with a laugh. "But you are a natural." Shelooked at me. "By the way how are you feeling?" Better," it was my turn to smile. "A lot better. Thank you." TruthfullyI did. By talking to Bianca I felt a lot better.Bianca looked at me. "I have been where you are now Maya," she. My mother calmed him down some and they hatched this plan to marry me off to you. Your father readily agreed for my parents would have gone ahead and had him killed if he had refused. I begged them not to involve you since you were blameless but I couldn’t convince them.“I’m certain you agreed to marry me only to save your father’s life. I don’t blame you. I don’t harbor any ill will toward him myself. I know I’m as much to blame as him. Consequently, I’ve resigned myself to a loveless. She started to lead him to a section of the store but he asked if he could first look at a catalogue. She produced a catalogue and in looking at it he selected: a neon lotus lace and satin slip, a black pleated baby doll, and a violet sugar sheer baby doll.When asked as to the size he looked around and pointed out anther saleslady who looked to be the same size as Lara but embarrassingly said Lara had larger breasts. In paying for the items he asked that they be placed in a bag that was void of. Possibly deeper into the underground, probably to some Nazi camp. Forcing himself back to the present for now, the old man dragged the beer crate up to the chest and sat his fundament uncomfortably on the frail wood, held together only by cheap brazen staples. Resuming rifling through the chest’s contents, the old man gathered various mementos and keepsakes and laid them on the dust-coated attic floorboards according to how important they were to him. At the very bottom of the heavy box,.