I was going to be a doctor.In the end, it didn't matter. I had a full scholarship to the University of Udine, never mind how far away it was. I left N...ples crying, and I cried every single day during my first term in that cold northern city. It was Roberto, a transplant himself from Florence, who saved me."Micol, read this."Roberto had the tattered notebook he'd been reading open to a page in the middle, and he was pointing to a long entry in Momma's handwriting.August 25, 199xThis is awful. I. She didn't.Cindy was all about not calling attention to herself.The class went well, but it was all she could do not to beg Tina to let her give her Relief. She wondered if it was okay for one Program person to ask another one for a Reasonable Request. Thinking about it, she didn't see anything in the brochure about it, so technically, she could ask Tina something and Tina would have to grant it. That wasn't what Cindy wanted, though. She didn't want Tina to submit to something Cindy wanted her. On one rainy evening, Sumit was going home after finishing office. As he passed by the corridor, he saw jyoti standing there tensed. She was fiddling with her dupatta and was thinking about overcoming a difficult situation. It was already 7.30 and most of the people had left by then.Gathering courage, Sumit approached jyoti.Is there any problem? asked Sumit.No.. I’m fine. replied Jyoti hesitantlyOK. I think you should you leave now because everyone has left and since it is raining outside, you. Inside, though, that was another story.I walked toward the end of the hallway—nothing fancy. Worn red carpet and dark wood paneling. Something told me that the wood might actually have been stained mahogany and not a veneer, but not being the carpenter I imagined I was, I wasn’t sure. The hallway widened and ended in a set of double doors. In front of the doors, two large desks sheltered two equally large men. Bouncers. Probably a little more than bouncers. I watched one of them move his hand.