" Was the comment of choice from both Mark and I, as we both attempted to pop our eyes back into our heads. The woman in the picture was elegantly str...tched out on a bed, exposed fully for our enjoyment, and believe me, we were enjoying ourselves.Mark began to gently turn the pages, all of us staring intently at each and every new photograph with eager delight, back and forth until we had seen every page nearly twenty times. After about an hour or so, the new kid, Paul, stood up and announced. She wore yellow saree with orange blouse.She had a red sindoor on her forehead, her mangal sutra lying in her cleavage, bangles on her hand and pink lipstick.”Come inside” she said.I couldn’t see any sign of her husband and sathva.”Where is sathva”I asked.”Ohh they!!They left for Lonavala,Mohan Ji (husband) had some camp so he took sathva and went”.” you didn’t go?!”I asked.”No” she said.I didn’t ask too many questions as I thought it would be better not to interfere. After all the chores I was. "I could cook for you and... And do anything... Anythingyou want. You can call in sick for work. I'll make it your best dayever!" If I'm the only one of us with the job, Honey, I better not lose it,"Jared said. "And you promised you'd help me with the rent this month.How are you going to do that if you skip the clinic? You do still wantto live here, don't you?" Oh yes! Oh yes, of course! Oh Jared, yes I want to live here!" Henrycried, losing what little grasp he had on rationality at the. He knew well each of the drop-off places for the Salvation Army and Purple Heart, because people often dropped clothes in plastic bags beside the full containers. He went through them in those early hours to keep himself in faded and worn but serviceable clothing. Life for Kenneth Lawson was a series of day-to-day crises but he managed to survive and even to prosper, after a fashion, though he always felt hungry. Days turned into weeks and months and years. As the town changed slowly, so did.