But I wished to remain alone with my thoughts. It was a beautiful spring morning, and so I took my father’s kaya-wood Go table from the house, and s...t by the carp pond, idly playing with the white shell and black slate stones, placing them in ornate patterns on the wooden Go table. I chanced to look up, and there stood an old beggar. I hadn’t heard him approach, he startled me. His head was encased in a straw cage like a beehive. He carried a big walking stick of bamboo. He was bent, with age I. In Mumbai, as we exchanged lot many things , I also said I study in Ahmd and talks was going on normal, and i said i should leave now thanks for the treat dear, . She said wait dear, sear for some time, I said ok and I asked her do she have bf?She just smiled and said nothing I said common tell me yaar! Had or not. she said m married now , I didn’t say a word , she asked me in a tone, do u kill me , I just smiled and said m too small for you , she laughed at me and I asked her if she would give. Ambrose sat down next to me."She told you for the first time last night, Jake?"I nodded."You convinced her to come to us?" Yeah." Thank you, Jake. That means so much to me. You may have saved our daughter. You know that?" She was so afraid to tell you. She kept going on about how Brad was your favorite brother and how it would crush you." It crushes me more to know that my little girl was hurt," said Mrs. Ambrose. "I want to thank you for spending the night with her. She really needed that last. I’ll pay for her bus ticket.”I concealed my surprise when Roberta showed up the following Saturday. If the two were really sisters there must have been some recessive genes or whatever they’re called in that family, for while Sara was brunette and light brown like most folks here Roberta was several shades lighter and her hair was, if not blonde, heading in that direction.I liked Roberta, I’ll say that straight out. She shared Sara’s forthright manner, a welcome trait in a culture where vague.