“Bye!”I stared after her. So much for the cool dialogue I’d hoped for. I was tempted to call out after her, but my throat wouldn’t make any so...nd. Finally, I sighed and made the walk home, feeling something in my heart I’d never felt before.The next two days sucked. I went to the pier both mornings and even though I hung around for hours and caught more fish than usual, she never showed up. I was still hopeful of seeing her again, but frustration was setting in. Why hadn’t I asked her name?. “Positive, I like little kids. I’m ready for grandkids, but my children aren’t, so I just enjoy other folk’s kids.”We introduced ourselves. She was Jana and her little ones were John (6), Janelle (2.5) and Julie (6 months).Here a wonderful thing happened, John, the 6 year old shared some of his breakfast. Projectile vomit. Real honest to god instant diet plan. That chicken sandwich and fries just did not look at all appetizing covered in puke. Jana started apologizing, on the verge of tears.. "That's enough," he said pulling it out of her mouth, "Standup and turn around; I can't trust you. I'm going to handcuff you to the wall to make sure you don't try anything funny while you work your way out of a trip to the station."Jenny stood, and let him unlock her. He directed her to the bed, and she lay down, her hands extended above her. She wasn't surprised to find that there were hooks on the headboard that let him use two sets of handcuffs to secure her to it. Pulling on each, she. And, since they do, we do.” As we approached a large room with a large table and stools around it with the other sisters, “We don’t have an extra pair of sandals for you but there is a craftsman in the village who makes them.”I touched her shoulder, “Thank you. I’ll keep that in mind, but I have always enjoyed being barefoot when I could. I’ll see if I can manage it here.”Ana had prepared plates of bread, vegetables, and a bowl of rice with some kind of meat mixed in. I didn’t ask and they.