Maa amma vana ceste memandaram tinesi apude padukuntunamu maa nanna full tagi vachadu.Vachi ragane maa amma boothulu tiddam modalu petadu.. Emante nee...ammani denga?,mee akkani denga? Akkani ante maa pedammani maa nanna dengadu endukante maa peddananna kojja.Maa peddamani dengite maa peddaakka puttindi.Ala vachi konchem tinesi vachi maa amma pakkalo padukunadu.Nenu,akka,nanamma okka corner lo,amma nanna okka corner lo.Melliga kodisepati nanna arusutu tanna chokka,lungi vipesadu,lopami emi. * This is the sixth story of The Silverbridge Chronicles. Some of the other stories are: 01 Lisa Trains Thomas 02 Lisa’s Adjustable Petticoat 03 The Procession 04 The Vinyl Dress 05 The Clam, The Half-Clam and The Candle-Snuffer 06 Candice (this one) 07 The Cage Crinoline 08 Norwegian Petticoat 09 The Stag Party 10 The Hen Party 11 The Bridesmaids’ Revenge * * * * * I stood in the bedroom looking carefully into the long mirror. Although I had caught and tamed George and I was to marry him on. How wrong I was…‘What are you doing?’ I asked as Sandra lowered herself into a squat at the end of my bed, whilst staring at me with her big round eyes. I was dumbfounded. What was she doing?Whatever it was, it appeared that Sandra did not want to move from her position, her hands hidden from view whilst a slight hissing sound emanating from the floor should have been indication enough of her misdeed.‘Pissing!’ Sandra answered, still smiling at me.‘What do you mean pissing?’ I asked somewhat. Si riprese a camminare quindi, i piedi facevano male e sentivo ribollire le gambe ma del resto camminammo quasi tutto il tempo ed era così da tre giorni.In questi tre giorni non incontrammo anima viva, tutte le case vuote e le strade deserte se non per qualche auto lasciata nel mezzo, tentare di prenderne una fu inutile, ogni tentativo andava a vuoto visto che o mancava la benzina o le chiavi.Non ci restò che camminare, non avendo una meta precisa bastava soltanto raggiungere le montagne fui io.