I said I like to watch surfers.’ Her tone mildly scolds, like she is a border collie trying to keep me, the sheep, from wandering off topic. She’s...mistaken my silly grin for stupidity. I am about to beg off, I don’t need to waste my mood on a woman with a stick up her butt. I look into her eyes to speak, and notice a three-inch scar on her forehead above her right eye. It’s the mirror image of a three inch scar on my forehead above my left eye. There’s just something about that scar marring her. I have always thought of you as a very loving, very, very beautiful young girl. One whom I would be proud to have as my daughter, since I have no kids. Your mother and I have talked about this very thing and she told me she wanted me to love you like you really were my daughter. Lucy, since I’ve never had a daughter, I’ll have to depend on you to help me by telling me the things a daughter would expect from her father’“Daddy, I just love you so much already and the first thing I wanted you to. I politely accepted the offer.After moving my stuff I went to there house uncle opened the door and Asked me to sit.He asked about where I was from and stuff like that.I told him I was from Delhi.Soon a women in mid thirties entered the room.I saw her and said Namaste she too responded with a mild grin.Uncle told me that she was his daughter-In-law Devika.She was beautiful as a young healthy boy I had sensation in my loins I was getting hard.She said in Telugu something.I didn’t understand a. Not without food, water and sleep. After struggling through the forest in the darkness her skirt was torn and marked with mud and grass stains, the right sleeve of her top was ripped where it had caught on a branch and she dared not think what the bruising across her face and her lower arms looked like to anyone who saw her. Her hope had been that if she made it to the city someone would help her, someone would give her some shelter, somewhere to rest and sleep until she could find her own way.