"If that is acceptable to you?" said the eunuch."It is proper," said the butler, "and so it is required." Excellent. I am so glad that you are a stick...er for etiquette. I am addressed as Chief Eunuch. So many of the younger eunuchs do not think such things matter. As for the Princess Alima..." he rolled his eyes towards heaven."She is... ?" asked Robinson."She is one of the two wives of the Emir. She and her mother married the Emir some five years ago and she is now twenty-two and has borne him. "Wow" she thought, "he's so handsome he could have any girl but he wants me!" This excited her greatly and before she knew it she had reached her limit."I think I've had enough I'm getting tipsy!" She said."Okay darlin' let me get the tab, do you live around here?" He asked"Yes I do" she smiled. "right across the street in fact" Would you like an escort?" He asked with a sly look."Hmmm, sure" she said.She grabbed his hand and led him out of the bar. They walked across the street and took an. They tried to make it on the street, sometimes living in their cars until the car ran out of gas and they couldn’t move it again. Then it would get towed and from then on they’d never see it again. No one who lived on the street could afford to get their car out of an impound lot. Jane had a car—and a baby. She ran away from an abusive boyfriend and suddenly discovered she had nowhere to go. She stood on a corner just off the exit ramp with a neatly lettered sign that said, “Homeless. Have. “All the years. Don’t you wanna know?”“I know more than you think,” she said. “People talk.”“And – you don’t even care?”“Why would I care about who you were a decade ago? This is you, right now.”He looked at her mouth again. Then he went to find her eyes but they were on his lips and it was going to happen. For three years he’d known it was going to happen. Three years. Flashback to her eyes catching his at that god-awful wedding in the middle of a sweltering summer where his ex married her ex.