.."Blood drips from a slashed wrist above me. Some strikes my mouth and my tongue unconsciously seeks it. More splashes on my nose, cheeks, chin, drib...les harmlessly past me. Too much blood. The flow of essence behind it is weak. I reach out without thinking, push some back. Cut off the flow. I am weak but that much I can still do. A true healing is beyond my skill but I push energy into the cut, scab it over.I don't breathe. Essence is life, produced by life, and I am not alive. No heartbeat.. I shake her off."No. YOU didn't see anything."She glares me down again."Your lying. I have to talk to her about a case. We're not done with this."I roll my eyes and turn the other way and start walking to my office. She sighs and walks back to Lillian's office. Great, I lied to one of my two only friends here. This wasn't go very well. I sit in my office for what seems like an hour but was really twenty minutes. I grab my bag and make my way downstairs to my car. A honk stops me in my tracks. I just did not like the sight and told him, “Naha le harami, you look like a gali ka kutta.”He did not say anything. He went inside. I just was missing my boyfriend badly. My bf always used to take me out to clubs on Saturday. But, my husband Shambhu was stupid and did not know anything about what women want.I just worked my black tight leggings and my strapped bra and net jacket. I was in a real bad mood to punish Shambhu that day. Also, I took some imaginative pleasures about how my life. ”True to her predictions the mist lingered, and in the evening she served up a savoury lamb casserole, with new potatoes and runner beans grown in her own vegetable patch. She asked me about, myself and my family, and later as we drank beer from a nearby micro-brewery, she began to open up about Grandad and their relationship. She had a far-away expression and I wonder how aware she was of my presence, really.“He was rather like you,” she began, “serious, with little interest in anything other.