“I’m sure I don’t know, M’lady. The likes of her don’t come round these parts, beggin’ yer pardon, M’lady”.“I must find her!” I cr...ed, struggling to get up but Martha held me down.“You can’t go wanderin’ around these woods in the dark, M’lady. No, you must stay here until the morning. Now, I have some broth on the boil, I'll bring you some.” “Thank you, Martha. You are very kind. I will see that you are rewarded.” “There’s no need for all that, M’lady. You just rest and tomorrow we will get you. Walter Keitel instead had gotten the call from the psychiatrist's officeabout Sophie's upcoming visit despite what Sophie had said about herabusive homophobic father.There are some people called homophobes. Most are passive in their hateof people with gender issues. Some of them picket homophobes and an evensmaller group of them are violent activists. Sophie's father, WalterKeitel, fell into the latter group. He knew about Sophie, i.e. about hisson David pretending to be a girl. And he. Mai or mere wife ek dusere ki taraf dek kar muskara diye ye dekh kar michele bilkul sharma gaya. Mai or mere wife hamesa lue film dekhthe the or utna lama lund hamne film me hi dekha tha reality me to us din pahali bar dekh rahe the, jab hum film dekthe the to dhire dhire hamari fantacy develope ho gayi ki aagar ek ladki ko do ladke chode to kitna maza aayega kabhi kabhi mai aapni wife ko aapni fantacy ke bare me batata tha par bho naraz ho jati thi per dhire dhire use bhi ye aacha lagne laga. .. yeah. Wow."I giggled. Really. "Be safe driving home," I said, giving him a little pushtoward the idling car. "I'll see you tomorrow."He laughed and leaned down to give me a second kiss, this one a few secondslonger. Then he walked backward down the path, grinning like the cat whoate the canary."Bye, Pee-Jay."I waved and stood on the porch until he drove off before going inside."I'm home!" I announced as I hung my backpack on the bannister of thestairs and headed toward the kitchen.Mom was.