I was a taller version of my mom. Okay, not an exact replica, mind you, but you could tell we were related. Our main difference was that she had short...dark-brown hair and a caramel tone to her skin that I always envied. Our voices sounded eerily similar and we were both opinionated women. I know she had raised me that way."I'm sorry honey. Rebecca told me what happened last night," she said with sadness in her eyes.Looking down at my coffee as the cream froth swirled around I asked, "Did she. My heart race fast in anticipation, what Dilu was after all trying to say? So after the initial shock we all agreed. It was damn exciting, particularly when I thought about Asmita, but what if I was paired with Sanjana.Dilu was explaining the rules. First everybody will write the names of the partner they want. But they cannot write the names of their spouses. Dilu wrote Lana, Lana wrote Dilu, I wrote Asmita, Asmita wrote Dilu, Atu wrote Lana and Sanjana did not write at all, she was upset. So. I threw some water on my face at the kitchen sink; good enough for me, dried with a tissue, and then made a coffee while waiting for the girls. I took my camera and coffee to the courtyard, bathed in softening late after light on the pots and flowers, yes nice. The girls re-appeared one by one and came out to the courtyard, slipping their shoes on at the door, immediately elevating their height a few extra cms, and all of them, even Phung, seemingly growing longer legs. What followed was an. Now it's gone." I know, and I'm sorry." But... But why?" You are a smart girl, Monica. You've probably figured it out. But I'll spell it out for you."You know how concerned I am about the number of immunes. They are the wild card that could wreck everything."Monica nodded."Well, you put immune boys and immune girls together, you get immune babies. All you immunes working together would up the immune population." But you don't have to do both sexes." Actually, we do. If you were to sleep with a.