It wasframed and looking back at me as if illuminated from some hidden source.I walked into the shop, took another look at the picture and had itwrapp...d and was out the door in less than ten minutes. Then feelingalmost nauseous from emotion I managed to get all of my packages to thecar. I breathed deeply for a few minutes before driving home and sat inthe driveway for a little while.Sitting in the car I stared at the darkness with the occasional flake ofsnow. I did not want to move but the car. And the shorts were short and such a loose fit that anyone could see up the legs, if you weren’t standing up.“Oh gorgeous! I knew they’d suit you. What shall we watch? We can cast...” Mia, in her own skin-tight P-J shorts and vest, was plugging a Chromecast into the TV, then fiddling with her phone as she settled onto the bed.“You brought a Chromecast with you?” Grace settled next to her and arranged her pillow to watch.“MMmmm, we didn’t want to get stuck with broadcast American TV: it’s all. When we got out of inn I stretched my hands and yawned again.Sun felt really good today. It was shining like there was no tomorrow.We sat on small bench in front of inn. I crossed my legs and relaxedfor a bit enjoying really exceptionally nice morning. Air was still bitcool from night but in pleasant kind of way. I liked mornings like thatand even Lina did. Every morning like that always reminded me thathowever hard life can be it is still worth it."You seem to be in good mood today," Amy said. The cloth was removed from my eyes, and I saw I was standing in a line of Indians, manacled together at their ankles. Being the tallest, I could see over the heads of those in front.We were lined up alongside the parade ground/maidan, in the middle of which a party of men were digging a deep, narrow, pit. When the excavation was the size required by the Nubian in charge of the digging party the diggers were reattached to the line of prisoners. The man at the head of the manacled column gave a.