Fuck!" he hissed a bit too loudly.With that he stormed out of the diner and marched back toward the job site. On the way there he crossed a busy stree... with no regard for his safety: his mind was fixated on one thing. His little girl, a prostitute. A genuine fucking whore. Fucking for clothes!?! Is that why she loved going to the mall so much?!? Had she paid for her whole wardrobe with her cunt?!When he got back to the fenced off work yard he tore off his hardhat and stormed toward his truck.. “You know her?” I said, nodding toward Lily.“Yes, she’s my wife,” he said, looking confused. Hell, that was fair, so was I. My phone buzzed. I answered it.“Marcus, John and I had a one-night stand years ago,” she said. I’d heard her out herself as I talked on the phone.“Selena ... yes ... okay ... We’ll wait ... yes, in the caf ... good,” I said and hung up.“My daughter is held up. We’re going to be waiting for her in the cafeteria,” I said. I turned to Flo; she was already up and nodding down. Silence persisted for long, Kalyani washed her cloths and was busy drying it up. While Kumar wrapped a towel, dropped his lungi on the floor and was getting ready to take a bath near the well.Kalyani asked Kumar to move to the field and take oil bath in the pump set that was meant for watering the field. Kumar went to the field with a bowl of sesame oil. Now Kalyani went to the field and stood in front of his son and said:“Kumar, it is our mistake to have involved in such an awkward act while a. Their tiny orange flames dimly brightened the whole house. Their sweet scent of lilac and lavender burned and wafted aroma filling each room the way she loved. It would be the first thing she smelled when she entered. It definitely set the mood for the evening.Her favorite meal of roasted rosemary lamb shank drizzled with scallion gravy and sided with creamed red potatoes and chives warmed in the oven. I could not wait to serve it to her.I had offered to pick her up from the airport, but she.