" Excuse me, have any of you seen Laurel the singer?" Chloe blushed to find everyone in the group staring at her, "welllll now that all depends on wha... yea might be wantin her for girly" Trink replied, Chloe smiled "the music seller said she might be interested in a full size harp that my cousin is selling, but I have looked all over and can't seem to find her." Mar smiled at the young woman "why don't you show me the harp and if it's in good condition and reasonable I will purchase it for. ..by some of this stuff?", looking at her inquisitively, almost like a psychologist interviewing a patient.She giggles nervously. "Yeah!" She shifts a bit in her chair, rocking back and forth slightly. "Relax" I reassure her "It's not that weird, I mean, this sort of stuff didn't enter into my sex life either when I was your age, and I promise you it made me feel as weird as you are feeling right now." "Still though." She pauses. "I can't for the life of me figure out why I'd want to be...you. So what about their children?S: Actually they still do not have a baby. Her husband is infertile like my ex-husband.M: Oh, so sorry to hear that aunty, I didn’t know that. But if your husband was infertile then, how was Meera dii born?S: That’s a long story, and no one knows about this, so it’s better that I don’t tell it to you also.M: Why haven’t you told about this to anyone?S: Well, I just don’t trust anyone regarding this matter.M: But trust me, you can tell me everything, and even now I’m. John himself was hurriedly flying back from Rostov and she expected him to be home around 6.The previous day, however, Artem Mikoyan and his technical team had lead John out towards the hangar. Mikoyan was completely aware that, unlike back in 1939, he had far more power and influence than this 'igornorante.' That word was familiar to his technical staff, for they heard Mikoyan use it often in reference to John. It came from the Kuban dialect of Southern Russia. It was a scornful term for.