My thoughts were confused and shattered, somehow all of my apprehensions and prejudice about Mala came to an end when we sat down for a cup of filter ...offee, the lifeline of Bengaluru people.Mala was an inevitably attractive woman in all terms, she had a mysterious smile which could speak more than words, her eyes always seemed to contain an amount of positivity and they danced perfectly in sync with the movement of her lips when she talked. Her laugh was contagious, the strum of her vocal. Timothy hadwithdrawn into himself in a very obvious way. He sat silently, head down,eyes closed for the duration of the trip. When we got home, he wentstraight to his room, slammed the door, and refused to come out, even toeat. And now this.I opened the door to his room as slowly and quietly as I could, but onlyenough to peek in. He was clutching at the bedspread covering him androcking and twisting from side to side. Since we are not in aneighborhood with street lights, the only ambient. Her face went from oh shit to omg. It was kind of a good thing to off load that. After an hour of talking and joking about it, my phone rang. It was the wife and left me a text message. I showed Terri messages. First one was how sorry she was. Followed with that he was the one who started it all, then it was about how I was not giving her the right sex. By the tenth message, I turned the phone off. We talked a bit more, letting time get away from us. Terri offered for me to spend the night and. She looked upat the woman and smiled.She smiled back: "We haven't properly introduced ourselves now have we?My name is Angela. And who might you be?" I am Danielle, pleased to meet you!" the little girl said. She bowedher head, bent her knees... and stopped as she saw there was nothing totake in her hands."What's wrong sweetie?" said Angela, half-serious. She already knew theproblem.Danielle was almost in a panic. Tears were welling up. She sniffed:"Why... why am I wearing yucky boys clothes?!.