What happened?”“Wait,” she held a hand up. “I’ll tell you, but first, do your parents know?”“Are you kidding? They’d skin me alive.”...��Whew,” she breathed. By mutual agreement, they sat on the edge of the hammock under the tree and away from Alfred’s microphones. “Did you ever have the flu really bad? Bad enough to say or do things you shouldn’t?”Brows furrowed, he thought about it. “No, but I’ve heard it can happen.”“It was like that for me. Mom grounded me, but I snuck out, and ... well, you. .." She tossed a newspaper onto the table in front of Commissioner Brown. A cartoon showed a caricature of a pneumatic Jungle Jane swinging through the trees, clutching a chimpanzee with the Commissioner's face under her arm, pursuing a stripe-jerseyed criminal. Jane could hardly stop herself laughing, it was a very good likeness of the Commissioner."And I wouldn't be smirking either, if I were you," Mayor Dorothea Reynolds snapped at Jane. "I thought you super heroes were supposed to have all. Later we had lunch together from outside and came home. Since that day, our mobile chats became active during the night. Sometimes we used to have video chat also. She had a separate room, so she had good privacy in the night.The next day we went to check her result but she didn’t pass. Then I advised her to join a six months technical course. Now she got a reason to go out of the house during the daytime.One night during the chat, she said, “Sanju, tomorrow I don’t want to go to the class. Can. The occasional breeze, instead of providing relief, simply circulated hot air with a dry, dusty scent riding atop it.Gillen Hawksley was only thankful the humidity wasn’t higher. Even without more moisture in the air, she felt she was roasting in her plate armor. She knew by the time the last burning ray of the sun’s light fell beneath the tree line, the padding under her armor would be soaked through – if it wasn’t already. It was one of the tribulations of knighthood. Even when a knight was.