She said, "Yes, we should move forward."
Two more seconds passed.
Then again she said, "Let's move." Saying so she started forward. He quietly walked beside her.
Perhaps he is hurt when I said him a loafer. Whatever, I should not hurt someone who is helping me. I do not know what Papa would have said. But he would definitely have asked me not to burst out. I should not have burst. I should have controlled myself. But what could I do? I just did yell. I am sorry boy: she thought.
"Hmm, you were telling something about the Malkhans. Why do not you continue?" she said.
"Yes, I have told you some facts about their clothing. But there is another aspect of their lives, that is, they are very social. They have many festivals like winter festival and spring festival. And they love wine palm wine. Here women are considered equal."
"That is what I like. Sorry, not equal. Women are, biologically speaking, better than men," she argued. She had been suppressing her love for battles and squabbles and skirmishes. But argument would allow such type of pleasure she had never imagined. And the silent girl Veronica's arguments were bothering the boy – Matthew. It was evident in his face. He was silent for a minute too.
"Yes, you are superior, then why do you need us at all? Go do everything yourself," he said in a manner that he would not surrender that easy.
She poked a finger at his arm. "Why accepting the truth makes you feel bad?"
Then she poked his arm again.
"No, nothing like that," he said almost mumbling. "I love truth. I am here to know the truth. May you see the truth about this place, in a better perspective – in a better light. So I love truth. How harsh it may be, I do not care. But I must admit that you are just not seeing the complete truth. Because half truth is always dangerous."
"And which truth is complete or not complete: how can you think of on your own? Biologically, psychologically and mentally women are better. What do you say?"
"May be. But you are nothing without us."
She just laughed loud.