My shades are always open.Kurt and Karen kept the shades down most of the time, sometimes opened the window, saw them fight more than 10 times and hea...d them too. But about 5 months ago, everything changed.One night I was drawing some blue prints a client for Saturday morning when about 6 o clock and with all the freedom in her house, she came out of the bathroom in one huge white towel covering from her boobs to almost her knees, and one on her head. She was just walking around looking for. Michael turned Wilma to face him, "That is what they are preserving as well. Slaves forced to do their master's bidding, to live or die at the whim of people who don't deserve to live in the first place, sure we've got our problems, but not as bad as that! We can at least claim the moral high ground."Wilma almost snarled, "The moral high ground? Haven't you learnt that morals depend on where you stand! To them our time machine is an outdated version, without even an adequate communication. Itna kh kr vo anpi mummy ko batane chali gyi. Maine viky ko bola ki bhai tu aage aage chalio or chup jaio.Vo informe krke aa gyi.To chalen? Usne kha.Ok chalo. Maine kha or hum saath saath chal diye. Baaten karte karte hum aage bhadeKuch der baad light chali gyi. Or tb tk hum viky ke khet m ghus chuke the.Renu: ab kya karen.Me: ab kya aao baithte h baaten karte h.Renu:yahaMe: to or kha light ni aajati tb tk yahi ruka padega khi koi kutta andhere m piche pad gya to, esliye thodi der yhi rukte. This is your last chance to tell me what the fuck she knows that I don’t!”He just looked at me like I’d gone insane. Maybe I had. But I knew… somehow I knew there was something he wasn’t telling me and I wouldn’t stand for it anymore. I flung the closet door open, hauling out the suit case, ripping my clothes from hangers and stuffing them in the luggage. “Baby calm down…” He tried to reason with me. “I’m serious! I will pack all my shit and go stay with my parents! And I’ll take the kids with.