TAKE ME HOME
Pirkko was lying in Tim’s arms, stretched out below two benches. Fred snored loudly somewhere in the back. At present, he was doing little more than sleeping and smoking.
Delhi at three a.m. was pretty quiet.
“Can’t sleep, so many mosquitoes” she murmured.
Dan sat up on a bench in front of them.
“Neither can I.”
“You haven’t been off the bus for two days,” Tim whispered.
“I get the impression you are hiding from someone.”
Silence. The girl sighed.
After a while, “Possible.”
“Wanna tell us about it?”
Pirkko sat and searched around for a cigarette. “I married in Kashmir last year. It was a mistake.”
“You had problems with the guy’s family?”
She moved up, closer to Tim, rolling tobacco and hashish into a paper.
“No, the family is very nice, very nice people. He is a
