I wondered if she was also of his world.I chose a seat out on the sidewalk patio, partially to forcefully expose myself to passers-by and partially to...get myself out of her view. It was easier to be eye candy to strangers than it was to anticipate a conversation with someone about just what I was doing and wearing.It was a beautiful morning, cool enough so that the warm sun felt delicious. As I read the paper, sipping my coffee, I realized that my fingers kept going up to the collar, fidgeting. “Good morning, honey” I say pleasantly.Sumitra’s eyes are downcast. Hansa looks me right in the eyes. Fire. She is flushed and angry.Seeing the two of them together on the sofa, they could be sisters instead of mother and daughter. Both wearing their dressing gowns. Both with beautiful almond shaped big eyes, high cheekbones and full lips. “What is good this morning? I can’t believe you did that to Mom last night. She told me all about it. You said you were going to stop her from spanking but. I was very active. I had tons of boyfriends. I got to pick the best-looking guys. It turned out they were all jerks."I got married at the age of seventeen to a guy I thought was really great. A year later I caught him in our bed with a redhead. Know what he said afterwards?" What did he say?" He said I was still the best blonde he had ever had." Damn it. Sorry to hear that." It's okay. It's the past. A few months after my first divorce I got married again. Six months later I caught my hubby in. After about forty-five minutes of getting absolutely nothing accomplished, Kate finally gave up the pretense of getting anything done. Regaining her manners and attempting to appear casual and unaffected by his presence, she walked out to the kitchen, poked her head into the living room where Jarrod was now finishing up, and offered him a soda. Nodding his answer in the affirmative, Kate pulled out two Cokes from the fridge and placed them on the counter. As she reached up to pull down two.