When I reached home the front door was locked. As my mother was only at home I thought that she was working in the backside of the house, so she locke... the front door. So I thought of entering the house through the back door of the house. When I was about to pass the window of her bed room, I heard some sounds from her bedroom. The sound was someone moaning. The windows were partially open and covered by curtain. So I slightly opened the window and slightly moved the curtain. I was stunned by. Finally he asked, "Could you get some from a drugstore? I'd pay you for them. Um, do you know how much they cost?" You know, I don't have any idea. Like I said, Beth and I don't need them. I tell you what, let me see what I can do. Can you both wait for a couple of days?"He turned red again, "Yeah. I guess waiting will just make it better, right?"When I picked Beth up the next morning I told her about my conversation with Kevin. "Are you gong to get some for him?" She asked."I told him I'd see. . anything.He had begun his long journey to Lombardy to discover for himself how the holy words were being interpreted by Ambrose. The stories that had filtered down to his small group near the Red Sea were troubling. What he had seen in his journey northward was troubling. The Word was already being usurped and was being used by this Ambrose fellow to gain power and control over his fellows.Suddenly, the earth leaped beneath Simon's feet! He was violently knocked to the floor and thunder. I gave my consent and I was told I had to meet the owner. I had to go see him to pay token money immediately to confirm otherwise others had also contacted for the same vacancy. The owner lived on the 8th floor while our flat in on the 6th floor. The owner asked me to wait at his place. He would reach in 10 minutes. I went up to his flat and the heroine of this story opened the door. A typical Marathi lady in her late thirties wearing a saree with her pallu pushed into the exposed waist area..