Just then the lamp spluttered, and darkness returned. Cursing his luck the large man groped his way back to the other lamp, soon it was lit. He stared...down unbelieveingly at the damp oily patch soaking into the cave floor. He shook the lamp in his hand, nothing - it too was almost empty."Damn this country and its feeble-minded inhabitants!" He screamed to the glistening walls. His rage echoed and returned to him, a mockery of his original outburst. Urgently he started back towards the entrance,. Danielles mom, Sandra, had been best friends with a woman named Vanity for years – Aunt Vivi was what Danielle affectionately called the woman. And Danielle had been best friends with Vivis son, Xavier. The two of them had known each other since they were six years old, and their mothers probably had been friends even longer than that. Vivi had been married for most of Danielles life, but had recently divorced. Xaviers dad left him and Vivi with little to nothing, so Sandra had offered for them. ”Vinod enquired about good eatery around hotel and driver said that they must not miss ‘ buffet dinner ‘ of hotel itself on garden top.In fact she wanted to say that quote of ten thousand is very low for her. They reached at embassy by 4.30 and by 6.00 they were free. They were told to report at 11.00 noon next day for interview. They nodded. They had relieved taxi by which they came.They took another taxi and went to ‘ India gate’ . They move around and both observed that people are staring at. She was standing there, in a bra and baggy nylon shorts, her hands clenching and unclenching. She really was worried that this had bothered me earlier."No, no." I shook my head and waved my hand. I felt a little sobered up. My thoughts were racing but my head wasn't spinning. "I was just kidding, it's fine, really. This is our home now. You can get as comfortable as you want here. You're good, it's okay. I want you to be comfortable."More than was necessary. I was still drunk. But she looked.