Other than the occasional letter or birthday card, Uncle Henry never saw his daughter again. But I stayed behind in her place. I had no interest in co...lege or anywhere else. The Faire was all I needed. That and Uncle Henry, of course.I was 22 when Uncle Henry passed away from a stroke. I know- sad shit. But I was fortunate enough to have another family waiting to adopt me. One that had a reputation for taking in all who needed refuge from the misery of the real world. It was the tight-nit staff. She was shocked to hear Kamoo's name from Mangat.Kamoo was a local whore. She had caused much trouble in many local families. Many rich young men were her admirers. They were mad over her beauty. She hoped Mangat was not also among the victims of that vamp of a girl.Again, the dreams Bindu had held so long, were shattered. Mangat was fast asleep on the bed with no consciousness of his new bride. Bindu could not do anything in this situation. She slept with tears in her eyes but with the hope. From there it went back up to a satellite that routed it off to a ground station one in Australia. The energy ping-ponged over the Pacific until it ended somewhere in California that connected to a building with hundreds of thousands of phone cables. I watched the energy for my call spread out to seven different states before it dropped.I never knew how far a signal really had to go to make an international call.After taking a few deep breaths I told my glasses to find and then call the highest. Yes they had had a drink or two but he had been fascinated with Marianne. He could not believe that she was with Nigel. Marianne obviously cared for him and they must have been a real item once but Nigel had let himself go badly. Goes to show what 20 years will do to a guy if he doesn't make an effort he thought. Nigel just about fell asleep on the lounge after dinner and seemed almost cranky to be kept up. Whilst he and Marianne had talked. They seemed like they didn’t really go.