Bedroom. I’m in the toilet. Behave normally.”“I bloody hope you do understand,” Aunt Janet said with a brisk nod.Then she left me in the ruin ...f her bed while my brain, with the frenzy of a five-year old’s birthday party, worked through all that had happened.***We got away with it. Which was predictable, really. My mother would have come home from work without any clue something momentous had just occurred in her house. Why should she suspect a thing? Why would even cross her mind that her. Continue fasting tomorrow. Come mid-day and meet me at the cabin. Come alone, on foot.”Pungent, billowing clouds of steam boiled between himself and his mentor. Brief glints of light reflected from the sweat beads rolling down Mike’s bare chest. Graydon sat erect, his head thrown back, his eyes closed. He inhaled the hot, moist air through flared nostrils. He forced his chest to swell in shuddering expansions, over-filling his lungs. Time is beads of steam and sweat running down his body, many. I decided to take this as an opportunity and said yes I am not feeling well. She asked me “What happened Sahab?” and I said my head is paining. So she offered to give me a head massage. I said ok and she came and sat next to me on the bed and began massaging my head. Since she had just been cleaning up, she was sweating so I told her to go and have a bath before resuming the massage. She got up and went to the bathroom. After about 10 minutes, she opened the door slightly and asked me for a. "This and this and this and this... " she replied. I got barely half the stuff back. Lissa rarely hangs her own stuff there anymore, and then almost as a lark. She organized the daddy/daughter show several months ago even though most of her work was tagged NFS. One was officially the property of the Whitney in New York. It was their second purchase, and the head curator called angling for a third. All twenty of my meager entrees wound up walking out the door opening night. That was a Friday..