I’ll try to explain. Everybody knows what a regular hug is, so that’s the word I’m using. And everybody knows how good it feels to get a hug, wh...ther you’re sad or not. But hugs are extra good when you are sad. There were lots of hugs going on in the shelter part of the convent. The nuns hugged the women, and the kids, and the moms hugged the kids and I could see immediately that it affected the colors of the brains. The sadness colors got lighter, and the happiness colors got a little. And I can see something protruding from the material of your pants leg. It’s not bone. Based on what my patient told me, I’m going to take a wild guess and say you have a splinter that needs to be removed. Come with me and I’ll get you taken care of.”Bobby resisted. He didn’t like hospitals. He’d spent way too much time in them. The only reason he’d stayed at all was because he needed to make sure the girl would be all right. Perhaps, if he hadn’t lost so much blood, he would have simply gotten. The old Misha would never have worn this attire (never mind were she in public!) And all while she was off absent from work, with a made-up affliction. Anyone might see her and rumble her work lie.Although It made less sense from a traveling point of view, she headed to the bookies first, as she knew this was the most important thing on his list today.Misha took a deep breath and entered the smoke-filled premises. She noticed three older, greasy-looking men watch her. She was the only woman in. I hesitated andhe screamed him order. I jumped and did as I was told. He told me to go takeone of the lanterns on a stick and stand in front of him. I was to take threeturns around the room. He laid me down in the bed and wanted to make our marriageofficial. He took off his pants and moved onto the bed, on top of me. As soonas he penetrated me, it hurt so much that I got up and bit him on the shoulder.He slapped me hard across the face and turned me over. With his legs on mineand one of his.