.whatever, er, is necessary....' On her way home, her mind races over the conversation she has just hadwith the grocer. 'Oh my God! He'll want me ...aked....and what if I becomepregnant!' She wishes she'd filled her basket up a little more! She triesnot to think about it. 'Just get on with things as normal, after all, itsnot as though I'm a little girl!' she consoles herself. A little after seven that evening, Elizabeth presented herself at HerrSchusters door. He ushers her quickly into. Wm – toh fir badhiya. Issey miliyae ye smitha. Nayi aayi hai yahaan. Kaam dhund rahi hai. Abhi tak do hi ghar miley hai. Aap kaam de do tho meharbani hogi.Me – accha. Calo andar fir interview lete hai tumhara.Wm – toh fir baat paki.Me – thand rakho bhai ji.Smita followed me inside.Me- naam kya hai tumhara ?Smitha- ji smithaM- padhaai kahaan tak kari hai?S – 11th takM- umar kitti hai tumhari?S- 27.M- khana bana leti ho ?S- ji .M- kahaan rehti ho?S- kala patthar mai ghar hai.M- kitta logi 2. It was natural for Mum and me to be depressed when my father died. Anxiety is nature's way of telling you that something needs to be worried about. The fact that you worry about how to pay the mortgage is how the mortgage gets paid. Mum will tell you that children have energy that they need to expend. It is counterproductive to expect small children to behave as miniature adults."Instead of letting our natural body chemistry deal with emotions, we dampen them. Now, certainly, there are extremes. She checked one last time the name on the order form and rang the bell and waited. A few moments later a pretty red haired pregnant lady of about thirty or so answered the door and invited her inside. You must be Zoey, she said with a smile while extending her hand. And you must be Mrs. Gordon, Zoey replied while setting down her brief case. Call me Lisa, the rotund woman answered while ushering Zoey into the large well appointed living room, please, have a seat. Zoey picked out a large plush.