She was very innocent, beautiful and obeyed her husband dutifully. Her husband was a maniac, he just commanded her and vigorously had sex with her eve...y night, I thought. Every time in the day, whenever she came to he balcony I would glance at her or wait for hours seeing her making chapattis in the kitchen or feeding her child. By now, she came to know my acts and was always glancing me sideways. Surprisingly, once she was standing in the balcony perhaps in a new sari and was looking stunning. Should she speak to whoever came in, or not? Should she kneel and pray as she waited? Should she pass the time reading one of the books? How should she greet whoever came in? As she pondered these mysteries, Sister Lucia heard the door open behind her and Monsignor Flavin came past her and sat in the chair facing her.He examined her for some moments in silence, before asking, "Why are you here?"Sister Lucia didn't know what to say as her thoughts ran wildly over possible answers. Should she say. I replied, "Sure the more the merrier. LOL besides there had to be something that we hadn't learned about her."Patti and I finalized the list for the safety seminars. They were to start the first week of January with the first one here on Friday night.The first away from home would be at Pennsylvania State University North East. Assaults against female students had risen by 5 percent a year for the last three years with two students dead. Located on the east side of Hazleton Pa. the University. ”“I’ll think about it,” Oscar said flippantly.“Take my advice and try not to think about it,” Cole said. He emphasized the word think.After five minutes of trying not to think about it, Oscar slumped forward with his head in his hands. Every attempt not to think about it reminded him of Georgia. The waitress came over with a glass of iced tea knowing that he usually ordered it with his dinner. She asked, “What do you want to eat?”Oscar looked over at her and said, “Sometimes I’m too smart for.