“Are you with boyfriends?” “No, it’s just us,” I said gesticulating between myself and Laura. The look that spread across Feemi’s face was...both enigmatic and charming. It was as if her mind had gone into over time and also as if she was reproaching herself for unclean thoughts. “How about you, do you have a boyfriend?” I asked, as I placed a full basket of figs at my feet. As I did so, one rolled off and when I bent down to pick it up, I was looking straight at Feemi’s little triangle, which. "It's Tuesday today. I need a couple of days to catch up after my holiday – get over jet lag. I'll come down on Thursday."She enthused her thanks and rang off. My thought was that I was being a mug – again. I wondered how it would go wrong this time.After a busy Wednesday sleeping, I caught the train on the Thursday mid-morning feeling a lot better. I lunched with John, a friend from university, who had been in the banking industry like me, and had been 'downsized' thanks to the crisis. He had. Me: mein chahta hoon ki woh teri open gaand dekhe. Ruchi: pagal hai kya tu mein kyu usko apni gaand dihkoun?Me: agar tu usko apni gaand dikha degi toh mera lauda full on mast kadak ho jayega aur mein teri jam ke chudai karunga. Ruchi: I m nt sure. Me: dnt wry mein karta hoon sab. Tu bas ready rehna. Ruchi: ok. Maine reception pe call kiya aur khana order kiya. Ruchi: toh ab kya uske aate hi mein usko apni gaand dikha doon taaki tera lauda kadak ho jaye? Me: aise nh. Ruchi: toh kaise? Me: tu bed. Leave them with me and I’ll take care of it,” he replied while tucking the pouch into the tunic he wore.The table talk turned to how well the pizza sales were going, now that they had steady supplies from the butcher, baker, and Mrs. Gambino. That lasted through the end of dinner when Anna picked up the guitar and handed it to me, telling me to play her song.I played “Anna’s Song” and when I was done Anna said, “Tell them the name of that song, please, Pablo.”“It’s called “Anna’s Song.” I said.