’ Shaking her head, Amy finally responded. ‘Well, sure, I suppose so.’ A wave of relief swept over Joel. ‘Great. How about this Friday. We cou...d have dinner. Do you like Italian?’ ‘It’s okay.’ ‘The Pepperoni Grill isn’t far from here. We could go there. Pick you up at, say, seven?’ The puzzled look remained. ‘Sure, that’s fine.’ ******* That Friday, a suave professor once again felt himself a nervous teenager as he rang Amy’s doorbell. She opened the door and invited him in. Now the girl was. “Oh, uh, a customer.” He lowered the tone of his voice. “Sorry you had to hear that.”The woman walked passed me, towards the stairs in the corner. “Maybe you can talk some sense into my pig-headed brother.”I approached the counter and the shopkeeper said, “I don’t know what you’ve heard, but the Riverwood Trader is open for business. Lucan Valerius at your service.”“I need a few supplies, and some information. But from the discussion I heard when I walked in, I’m guessing something happened. Idhar aunty apne dudh ko pita hua dekh ke pure musti me agayi. Ab maine dekha ki uncle ne ab aunty ke us chuchi ko chhod ke dusre chuchi ko pine lage to aunty fir se jos me agayu. Aunty ke jos me dekh ke uncle ne aunty ke kamar ko pakad ke fir se jor se jhatka mara to aunty fir se jor se siski liya ab uncle apne kamar ko jor jor se hilane lage to aunty unke har jhatke ke saath jor jor se sisiki nikal rahi thy. Aunty ke aisa karte dekh ke uncle ne aunty ke chuchi ko apne muh se nikal ke bole kya. Vanessa's additional thoughts had included a few points about questions that Mom and Dad were unlikely to ask, but that it'd be wise to prepare for just in case, which I passed on to Carol.I was reasonably confident that Mom and Dad would agree, because they'd done so quite easily in 3B-land and my abilities were a great deal more impressive now. I even ate dinner quickly to make sure I finished it before we got the phone call that they'd agreed. But time passed, and even after dinner was long.