30 baje payal ka call aaya.Puchne lagi kaha ho kaise hio? Normal baate chal rah ta.Payal: raj mere body bahut pain kar raha hai.Kya tum ghar aa sakte ...o.Mai: haa aa sakte ho lekin kal saturday hai aur mera week off hai.LekinPayal: lekin kya?Mai: tumre pati ?Payal:uske fikra mat karo.Mere pati 9 baje office ke liye nikla jate hai.Tum 10 baje tak aa jana tab tak mai ghar ka sara kam kar leti hu. Mai:ok tik hai.Apna address send karo.Dusre din subha 10 baje mai payal ke address par pouch. Victoria had always been a bit of an oddball, but she made up for it with her intelligence, professionalism and resourcefulness. Always a rationalist and an atheist (with slight Buddhist leanings on a few issues) from the age of eight, she tended to irritate the religious folk with her frank statements to the effect that she thought the Abrahamic faiths silly, but no-one really hated her, although they did not exactly like her either. This neutrality of feeling extended to her family. Living in. Ich dachte nur noch sporadisch an das mit ihr Erlebte, wurde dabei aber immer in bisschen rattig. Gestern abend war ich ausnahmsweise statt in meiner üblichen Bar mit einem Arbeitskollegen im Nachbarort an einem Dorffest. Die Stimmung war zwar gut, die Musik laut, der Alkohol mässig teuer, aber alles irgendwie doch nicht so meine Sache. Dann sah ich sie, die Sekretärin. Sie sass zwei Tische weiter in einer gemischten Gruppe und schaute mich an. Ich grinste sie an und nickte nur. Mehr nicht. Ich. “This is a smashing start to the day, do you live like this all the time, or just to impress the visitors.”“This is normal when I’m in the van, the rest of the time its Shreddies or Gerbil food.”“What’s Gerbil food?”“That’s one of the less impolite names for Muesli.” Silence descends as we work our way through our breakfasts, I have to confess I am very hungry today, whether it was the nervous energy used yesterday or the smaller portions for dinner last night, or something else I don’t know..