At the bottom he rose on the water like a shark. Michael's men came to the wave. The two men stood there waiting for Dasan. The others moved east as they watched Walter. Graduation. But there is no one on the beach. Is this the end? Dasan staggered through the waves as she walked to Sylvie at night and to herself in the morning - she remembered.
Had Sylvie sold the fish? Playing by himself on the beach? Wouldn’t he expect that? Will John not come to the beach himself in anticipation? Dasan swam east in despair. But in the meantime, John has come out. Identified the screaming Walter and told his mother, as if he had gathered the town. Dasan saw a large number of Sanas running towards the beach.
He bravely swam to shore with the urge to take revenge on Michael. 29 will be eight o'clock at night. Nine chairs in a row in the Mata Koil grounds. Revenue Inspector, Police Inspector, Tehsildar, Circle Inspector, Samiyar, D.S.P., M.L.A., R.D.O., Mickel's ornamental slaughterhouse, with barbed heads sitting close to the white sand like sheep in front. The voice of the RDO is not even heard tenfold. But he is the eldest of the officers.
He rubbed his chest with his hand inside his shirt, cleared his throat, and moved his mouth as he often looked up at the sky. Twice a minute people waved their vocal cords. DSP tapped the table with his cane. S.I. Woke up smart. The policemen jumped over the crowd. The preacher was awake. Marked the cross. With devotional grief he formed his black beard. His nostrils floated above the crowd like train smoke.
"Put the culprit on the floor!" "Simon's skull rose to the dub in the middle of the crowd. The MLA woke up at two-thirty at night. "Michael will be fishing beyond where you are fishing. From now on, you will all be united in Anna's name … "Did Michael order our killing?" Walter shouted. "It simply came to our notice then. "The DSP clarified the matter legally. The crowd chanted the national anthem.
Mickel was reclining in a large recliner in the front room of his newly built house. It was smoking because the tongue was piercing the pieces of food that were sticking between the teeth His fat face was crooked. The field in the eyelids, a float in sight, the idea of something shaking the feet. He and his wife, Mary, were sitting on the bed with their legs dangling.
