As we were getting seated Jennifer started to answer Martin’s question.“Martin, things went much better than I thought they would. Your family –...Dad’s family – made it a wonderful meeting and I almost didn’t want to leave. I was quite worried about what would happen when we met Mom’s family since they’d been very upset at what Mom did when she married Dad. When I called the lady ‘Naani - Grandmother’ that seemed to break the ice and things went way better than I thought they would. I know she’s. The air around them crackled and became unbearably hot. It was difficult to breathe and Mark felt a sheen of perspiration pop out on his forehead!Then his mother gave out a soft, nervous cough and stepped back. Turning away from him, she stumbled back over to the window and looked out into the stormy night. What was going on, he asked himself? Something had just happened between them! But what? He could sense the charged atmosphere of the room. He couldn't put his finger on just exactly what. .. as the King's regent ... is sending his envoy Monsignor Charlevoix here, on matters of state. I believe it is about the coronation, in June."Regretfully, none of this was familiar to me. I am Robert. Where and when am I now? Will this jumping in time ever stop, or am I just going quietly insane?Alas, the answer was no, not insane. But nevertheless, it was quite disturbing. I remembered so well my home. It seemed to me that I had been there, just yesterday. And yet, in the same breath, it was. Hamare bagal main ritu aunty thi jo dikhne main moti thi or unki ek ladki v thi jo cls 6th main padhti thi.Ritu aunty aksar hamare ghar ate then kuch v kaam ho to wo mujhe bulate then,kyun ki unki husband politics main the to wo rooz raat deri se ghar lautte the maire study table ke saamne ek window tha jo ritu aunty ki ghar ki agan ki taraf tha.Rooz aunty nahane ke baad usi rasto se jate the unki bhigi badan or bhigi saree dekhke mainra to apne upper control nehi rehta tha rooz main ek chhote.