The place smelled like roses and spice, and was tastefully decorated in a New York City dive bar meets upscale European bistro style... it sounds a li...tle bit schizophrenic, but it was actually highly interesting and somehow comforting to me, in a way that few things were. I spent most of my life being worried about something or other, and it wasn't as if that weren't true here as well, but here it was an excited kind of worried... closer to impatiently expectant, perhaps.It was of the utmost. ‘Sure I'll be down in a sec’ We grabbed a McDonalds on the way to the office, mother would disapprove but sometimes you just want some nuggies you know?. Time for the real work, I put him under and back in his box ‘Ok Adam I'm going to ask you some questions in your own time answer them as best you can’ ‘yes’ I asked him some basic questions about his age, name, mothers name etc this is normal and everything went well time for some deeper stuff ‘When you think about females what comes to mine. But those days there was no reputed college in my locality. After 10+2, it was a big question before my parents as to where I go for further studies. My uncle was a Class I officer in U.P. administration and aunty was lecturer in Department of Zoology in a college affiliated with Lucknow University. When they came to know about dilemma of my parents they suggested me to take admission in Lucknow University and stay with them. It was fantastic proposal so far my studies were concerned but. Her smugness at Rodwell’s discomfort hadn’t lasted long though. The same day she was called into his office and fired. “You’re the curator,” Rodwell had said. “The trustees are looking for a scapegoat and it certainly isn’t going to be me. You should have made better security arrangements. I’m sorry, Maxine, you’ll have to go.”Maxine thought of a dozen clever things to say after she left his office in stunned silence but it was too late. All she could do, she thought, would be to find the real.