Five minutes passed. I studied the woman in front of me, but she never looked at me. Not once. She just stared straight ahead, her eyes focused on som...thing. Or maybe nothing. I couldn't tell, they just stayed in the same spot. The silence became a bit too much for me. "What's your name?" I asked. She looked at me as though she hadn't expected me to speak. "What's your name?" I asked her again. "Oh." She took a final sip of her drink and placed the empty glass on a table next to the couch.. Their new stadium is fairly small, compared to some, and there is a big yellow bridge just beyond the right field fence. I am not sure it is going to stay yellow.So anyhow, the good thing is that they have grass on the new field, real grass, and I hear that there is something of a trend of getting rid of the artificial turf. I can't remember who said he would not play baseball on anything a cow wouldn't eat, but it is a good rule. Whatever that game is they play on a rug, it ain't baseball.So. Bezaffa had indeed been the perfect hostess and her home was the most delightful place she'd ever seen. It was a sprawling building in the Honey suburbs, further out than Ketaba's flat and altogether more affluent again. Like all the homes in the avenue, Bezaffa's was surrounded by a high wall topped with a murderous fringe of broken glass, but once past the wall, the home was very splendid and clearly remarkably expensive. How could Bezaffa afford it? Even on her income as an Alpha Plus, the. My self and my elder sister were in chandigarh as house can not be left unattended in city. When my mom went to marriage my elder sister and my self were left alone.my elder sister again asked her repeated question that many times i go to mom bed room in night why.I asked my sister , what she feel about this ,she told she knows but she wanted to ask me then I told her I will tell but dont tell to any body, she promised that to me.then i explained all the situation and thing to my elder sister.I.