Bhaiya bole maine kuch nahi kiya tere sath or ha jaldi se nashta ready ker de nahi to teri ye saab harket ko mom dad se bol dunga, maine kaha ki bhaiy... tum jitni zaldi samajh jao tumhare liye utna kam bura hoga aur maine mom ko phone lagane ki dhamki dene lagi. ki ab jisa me kahugi waisa karo, bhaiya thori der sochne bad bole ki tu mom ko phone mat ker jaisa tu kahegi ab waisa hi hoga, to maine kaha theek hai ab se tum office nahi jaoge,jab tak bhabhi nahi aati hai tabtak me hi tumhari wife. In four pits beneath the planking, eight-foot stainless steel rods were aimed at sockets in the ceiling above and would be driven relentlessly upwards by low-geared electric motors.“We had just watched the first killing” said Dmitri “The meat was completely impaled. A rod ran into her cunt, through her body, out of her mouth and into the ceiling above. She was transfixed beautifully on tiptoe, her arms hanging loosely at her sides, fingers outspread, a thin trail of blood dripping from her. I was just in there to get myself a little morning kick start when a young man in front turned around and smiled at me, his long dark brown hair had a ‘just woke up’ look to it and his soft green eyes looked puffy and tired.“Jesus! Tom!” I was too surprised to say much else but he just laughed and looked at me. “Come on now Kate, you don’t have to look so shocked. I did tell you I wanted to go to the business school here.” It was true, he had in fact told me that he wanted to attend the same. My Father and Protector was advancing in the church hierarchy.One day, he asked me what I saw my future to be. In my role as hisdaughter, to which I had become so accustomed, I answered what wastruthfully in my mind: I want to become a nun, father, and work with thepoor.At our next meeting, he was not alone, but rather with a woman his age.Though she was not dressed in a habit, I quickly recognized her as SisterSophia, founder of the famous order of poor sisters known and praised inthe popular.