Surbhi got down with me too. “Oh shit”, she said. “Should we wake others up?”, She said. “Let them sleep. What will they do anyway”. It wa... still dark. I was trying to figure out what to do next. We had an extra tire in the back but we did not have the equipment to change it. So we decided to wait for any car to pass by. Surbhi was sitting beside me on the car front. We waited for 15 minutes but no car crossed. Surbhi meanwhile wanted to see the hills and trees on the side. I couldn’t let her. Sylvia fed the child, or at least she remembered to do so most days, but other than that, she left her to her own devices as long as she was quiet. When the girls, and every now and then Sylvia herself, had a client over, Christina was shoved into a closet with a filthy blanket and beaten if she made a sound.When Christina was five, a wretched, filthy, half-starved child, one of Sylvia's clients caught sight of her. He had been eager to begin, wanting his money's worth, and had been pawing. We going to dinner or what?"David took her to the finest hole-in-the-wall Italian place in Fort Worth. It was run by a Montenegrin family: dad was the cook and didn't understand two licks of English, the boys (of college age) served the tables, and mom handled the cash register. The food was exceptional. Neither Alex's t-shirt or David's warm-up pants raised the eyebrow of patrons or staff.They played little finger-touch games and eyes met in smoky glances throughout dinner. David walked her. They do love you and will help you when they get over the shock. Trust them. It's the smart thing to do."Andy asked, "Would you and Penny help us if we tell our parents tonight?"I looked over at Penny. She nodded yes. "We can do that. You'll tell them tonight?"Andy straightened up. He said quietly, "Yes." Crystal nodded too. We needed a couple more minutes to finish our dinner. We loaded up in my Golf and headed for Paradise. We agreed to tell my parents first. I thought they would be more.