Wo ab kuch nahi bol rahi thi. Bas mere khade lund ko ghoor rahi thi.aur mere chehere ko bhi. Usse shayad mazaaa raha tha mere nangepan ko dekhkar aur ...aath mein sarm se laal mere chehre ko. Achanak who zor se hasi ar boli “sala kemiti kemiti banda gala duniya re”( sala kaise kaise lund hai duniya mein. Mera haath lund hilane ko betaab ho rahe the.mein lund hiane ka koshish karne lagaWho boli” kan be haath hata (haath hata be) who mere khade lund ko aur mere sarmsaar chahre ko dekhkar mujhe. “From the moment I open the goddamn café until I close it, everybody’s complaining about the heat and the prices! Then people are either dumbly staring holes into the air as if they had a lobotomy or arguing about every little thing. I’m! Fed! Up! I want to see one good thing happen today, just one, even if it's someone else fucking their brains out!” She’s close to tears and her lips tremble. Probably not far from a nervous breakdown. Those happen a lot recently. “You can’t…” My protest dies. She seemed to think I wasn’t a threat. I got the impression she wasn’t happy about the mermaids either.“Are you a child or a survivor from the Ship?” I asked. I noticed two of the other women glance at her. I’d seen Tory’s vids of the girls that swam away and these people were not them. I’d also seen the data of the missing women. The three younger people would be children I surmised.“What do you know about the ship?” she asked belligerently.“So did they find all the items from the six people. And then I heard distant singing.I followed the sound of the voices, feeling a strange urgency to reach their source as I hastened through the labyrinthine streets until, turning one more corner, I came to a huge square that was packed with people, all the town's inhabitants must have gathered here. The singing had stopped, and all was silent, no one talked, everybody looked straight ahead, towards the square's other end, in expectance of an event that I knew nothing about.Slowly I moved.