Oka vela adigina emo nidralo em theliledakka ani cheppeyochu ani daring ga unnaLechaka naa mokham addam lo chuskoni nene tittukunna.Ilanti golden chan...e vasthe miss cheskunnav ani.Inka nelalu gadichayi nenu 9th class ki vachanu.Kani aa roju decide ayya deeniki ela aina swargam chupinchali, chance vachetapudu miss avvakudadu ani.Aa avakasam rane vchindi. Aa roju eppatilage valla intlo vallu camp vellaru. Kani nenu mng school ki velli vacha.Thanu matram evening valla main door mundu manchi navy. " The barrel is bronze, but I admit it should be in a museum."Another thought struck me. "Surely the theft of a cannon, even a museum piece, will make the authorities nervous. They will be sending out the Yeomanry and Militia to search for the weapon."Samuel assured me Lord Cranfield's house at Droyslden had only a minuscule staff in attendance as the noble Lord and his family were in London. Servants were not permitted to leave a Great House by the front entrance, so Lord Cranfield's staff. He'll come around. You're too good a piece for him to give up on," Jennifer nodded at her friend's words."Okay. Okay," said Jennifer.I was looking up at the blinking Budweiser sign above the bar. It'd been six months since I left the house. I had not seen nor heard of Jennifer since that night. Nor as far as I knew had she made any effort to contact me. I was remembering back, as I had almost nightly since, that I hadn't even eaten the pot roast she'd prepared for me that final night. Pot. "She didn't know why she felt hot and flushed all over all of a sudden. Maybe the heat. But there wasn't mach of that. Possibly the arguing, but this was hardly an argument, either.Maybe it was that Rhymer guy. He was a big, beautiful specimen of the human race if she had ever seen one. She caught a little sneaky peek of the hair in between his open shirt collar again. It was every bit as dark and thick and ample as she remembered it from the last peek.Yes, she thought, feeling the little trill.