“Everything all right, Laura?”“I’m good,” she answered. “Are you okay? I heard.”Even though I’d let my staff know about the divorce,...I hadn’t elaborated. “Give me a few minutes to close up shop, okay?”“Sure.” She pointed to the chair in my office and asked, “Mind if I sit?”“Go ahead. The Wi-Fi password is on that card there, if you want to use your phone.”She smiled while reaching for one of the cards and said, “Thanks.”I walked up the desk and told my assistant, “I’ll lock up tonight.” . When they didn’t get any takers they tried to drive a wedge between me and the villagers because of my gender. That backfired spectacularly: the whole village rallied round in my support. Attendances are now back to what they should be and I’m fully accepted here.”“I’m glad you’re doing well, but I suppose the journalists will be swarming around again today.”“No, the whole village has kept the date of the funeral strictly secret. Obviously you’re an exception. And so is a young lad representing. It was only after the whole garment had settled over my shoulders that I realised there was no head opening just some sort of headpiece, and the sleeves were ?blind?.?Hey. I can?t get my head or my hands free!? I protested.?That?s right darling. It?s called a burkah. Women wear them in some Islamic countries to remain modest. I think it quite becomes you. You?re quite the most modest little lady now. In fact we can see nothing. See. Even your hands are covered.?I peered through the narrow slits. Two days after the incident with the beggar, at noon while I was surfing on the Pornhub website, I heard someone calling, “Amma vallom tharane” (“Madam, give me something”).I went to the balcony, it was the same beggar. I don’t know what happened to me, I started feeling horny.Our maid opened the door. I saw a disappointment in his eyes. I know that he expected me to open the door. I was really happy to see him again.Without wasting any time, I went to the sit-out of the house. When the beggar.