”“Oh I’m pleased about that Mrs Jones; my names Margo; and actually Brad is still in bed! ... Oh good, here’s the elevator! I’m running a bi... behind this morning.” I entered the elevator behind her and by the time we emerged on the ground floor I was aware that Margo was a single mother who worked at the departmental store in town; and the bus from here, stopped right outside.We parted company agreeing to get together sometime and I made my way to the local store for the items I needed.Within. Antu indi vadu mellaga alane kindiki velli boddu lo naluku tho rast unte akkaku tattikole potundi inka fast ga mulugu thondi a lane akka panty ni kada tesesadu puku kada veli tho rastu enjoy chestunaru akka tattukoleka buthulu tidings enjoy chestundiArey na moddula moguda nannu dengu ra tondata tattukole pothunna ani artundi daniki vadiki pichi ekki vadi sullani tesi akka pukulo millage tosadu vadi sulla peddaga unddam tho tight ga vastindi akka emo noppi ani arstundi aina vadu vinaka okka topu. There'sonly girls clothes in there. I said. Yes, that's true. she continued.but I can't let you stay here by yourself. Lets just see if we can maybeget you into something comfortable. With that she went to the closet andpulled out a blue skirt and a white blouse. But, I exclaimed I'll looklike a boy in a dress. Not so she replied., this is a skirt. But I'mstill a boy. I answered.Yes you are, but a very pretty boy. she said. A little make-up and no-one will know what you are. I knew I. He returned in a few minutes and said the lady would receive us, and led us only a few miles farther down a hall and into a glass room. I don't know what you call it, but it was full of plants and full grown trees. There, on a small throne-like chair sat an older woman, sitting upright, beautifully gowned and with an elaborate coiffure. Although you could tell she was elderly her face was almost unlined and one could easily see what a beauty she had been. Looking closer I changed that to “still.