“Does he know?” They both thought together. “Come on, this place isn’t a temple. I want to show you a few other pieces.” Marcos said inte...nalizing the tension. The Goddess had never had an aspect for guile or subterfuge. Giving him a companion who was identical to her aspect was more than sheer vanity. The Goddess likely wanted a reminder nearby. The repository of statues and paintings ended with two short stairs leading down. A flat area with metal carriages that looked heavy and solid. There was the smell of charcoal fires in the air, the aromas of cooking food, and kerosene from the lamps, plus the occasional whiff of sewerage from broken or cracked pipes.We could hear people talking and laughing, as we moved down the street, but there was a bubble of silence that surrounded us, and moved with us, as people became aware of our presence.“They talk different here than in Korat,” I mentioned to Sawyer.“Yes, a lot of them still speak Khamer in addition to Thai. Khamer is a lot. She is frantically pacing back and forth in the bushes.I think that this woman's behavior is kind of odd but no worries and I start to read my book. The next thing I know she comes up to me and says something to me in Serbian. I tell her, “I only speak English”. Then she says in broken English, “Toilet...one is where?”I tell the woman (truthfully) that there are no toilets in the park. Then I manage to get her to follow me back into the bushes and I say, “Pee here.” There is nobody around. I again protested. So was all that Malek responded. As the day wore on, Malek allowed Sara and I to cover our selves with smocks after he had us take a shower. Since he had us both take a shower at the same time, it gave me the opportunity to console and apologize to Sara for getting us into this predicament. It also allowed us a brief time to grieve for the loss of my husband and her father. Sara was very pragmatic as to the events, including commenting that she was bound to lose her.