"Too soon," I muttered. "Might not be home."What about calling her at six?I shook my head again. No. That might be too soon, as well. She might be out...jogging or running or exercising or whatever it is she does.All right, how about seven? Surely she must be done by then.I sat on the edge of the couch and thought about it. Seven o'clock. No, let's make it seven-thirty, just to be on the safe side.Ok, but what're you going to do until then?Make dinner.And that's how I busied myself for the next. We both took off ourheels and started to rub our feet and calves. Karen appeared a littleamused by my pain though. I got up, went to the bathroom and thenheaded back to my bed. Karen then headed for the restroom while Iopened my bag and found nothing but clothing identical to what I waswearing. I was a little disappointed as I was hoping to have somethingmore unisexual when I reached my wife. Although, I guessed given mynails, hair and breasts that such concerns were stupid at best.Karen came. Tell us more." There was no signature, but Joseph was sure that the message was legitimate.Joseph replied with the statement that they were trying to start a slave rebellion, but they didn't know how to go about it. He related the story of their bombings and killings of cops, but he left out anything that would make it easy for them to find him. He was sure that the Canadians could figure out that the message had come from Phoenix, AZ, simply, as far as Joseph knew, because that was the only. He baghoon maazahi taathla.Sundarne ata dohnhee haatanni aaichya kamrelaa jordaar meethi maarli ani to dekheel maage –poodhe karu laaglaa.Konihi angaawarcha ekahii kapda kaadhlaa navhtaa pan tarihi Sundar agdi petlaa hotaa.Tevdhyyaat daar khatkhatnyaacha awaaz aala.Aai patkan saral ubhi raahili ani teene Sundarla door dhakalale.Sundarahi patkan khurchivar jaaun baslaa.Aaine jaaun darwaaaja ughadalla.Jorjoraat bolnyaachaa aawaz eiku aala.Mala kalale ki Radha kaku mhanje Sundar chi aai ghari.