Hey, being a single parent isn't all bad after all, I thought.When I got home, Bill was sprawled on the floor, eating popcorn and watching "Dateline: ...BC." Inger was reading a political science textbook, occasionally using a yellow Hi-Liter on a passage."How did it go?" she asked."Quite well," I told her, hanging up my overcoat."Did you meet Ms. Allen?" Bill chimed.Inger laughed and closed her textbook."So he's told you about the 'babe-and-a-half'?" He's hinted at it." She is rather. .Kekaise ise apna 6’ka land ke darshan karau taakiisse bhi feeling aaye fir kya tha mene unhe kaha mei nahne jaraha hu..Ap kaam karlo tabtak or mei towel leke bathroom chala gaya or shower on kiya or sochne laga ke kaise kya karu…Mera land fanfanata huaa…Khada hogaya…Fir clickk hua….Chaloo ye karke dekhte mene mene shower liya or soap laga liya or underwear to mei utarke nahta hu…To sab jagah soap laga liya fir mene aunty ko awaj lagai ke pani khatm jara bahar se balti mei laake dena vo. It was the man in the captain’s whites. ‘Who…’ he coughed, his jaw sending pain up and down his brain. ‘Who…. are… you?’ The captain smiled. He was white, with the brightest, bluest eyes Abdi had ever seen. ‘My name is Sean Aloysius Patricus Ryan, of Sean A.P. Ryan and Associates Security Consultants.’ He smiled manically. ‘Though you can call me Commodore Ryan, since I’m taking your fleet. Nice to meet you. You’re going to jail.’ Barre smiled weakly. ‘No jail… would hold me.’ ‘If you insist.. True to The Plan, we left there and found a bar -- a "neighborhood bar," as it turned out.It was a new experience for both of us. This was no "cocktail lounge" that we'd happened across. This was an urban, Chicago-style neighborhood bar. Neither of us knew it, but bars like this one could be found on practically every other block in Chicago and its exurbs. We were the only people in the place that nobody else knew. It was like "Cheers" (only a lot darker, and a much narrower room). A place.