"It's just ... well, it's been a long time since I had breakfast with a beautiful woman." I instantly regretted saying that.Sara got a little prickly...."I certainly hope you realize this is strictly business," she said icily."Of course," I said. "I'm sorry. I just couldn't help reminiscing. My wife and I used to sit in exactly the spots you and I occupy now." Oh," she said, softening a little. "So, where is she now?"I looked at her for a moment, considering. "She died," I finally answered.. " "No 'Specials' then?" she asked."Not if you don't want to," he agreed, "Do we have a deal?" Absolutely," she agreed."For a year, to begin with?" he offered."Why not?" Kitty agreed."Then I'll have the papers drawn up,"he agreed and he slipped away.He returned around six in the evening, "Call it a day Kitty," he said, "I've got the papers, lets get them signed and then you cab go home if you like."He handed Kitty the papers for her to look over and when she nodded he handed her the pen to sign. Me, my friend & the servant huddled up in a family van & rode there. So many people there, so many colors & smells, such a clash of senses. The Pujari, hindu priest was a mature man, no older than Daddi but he definitely works out. So this Pujari did his chants, blessed people & then for some reason my friends dragged me to be blessed by him. Don't know why since I was not Hindu, I never expressed interest in the hindu religion until Punjabi Daddi invited me to a nearby cement hut where the. A small rock from the dirt near the base of the mortared ring proved sufficient to press the pin out of the ends of the bail, and McAllister quickly had the bucket free of the bail. Sliding the bail through the ferrule on the end of the rope, he held up what was now essentially a large hook on the end of the rope."Let's hope it doesn't fall off," he said critically, "I'd hate to have your king vexed with me for the loss of a bucket's bail." So saying, he knelt on the mortared rock, and slowly.