Right after I served him a bowl of ice cream. Actually, Mr. R was downright charming, considering he had flown halfway around the world and was still adjusting to a strange country where people drive on the right side of the road. I do not want french fries. Malathi had driven her family from Indiana to Delaware, a 12-hour trip that expanded to around 20, largely because Mr. R wanted to take more breaks than a state worker. He was concerned about traveling such a long distance in a car, partly because American roads look so different from those in India.
Roads here have a lot more cars and a lot fewer cows.
In fact, the only time a cow ends up on an American road is when a careless motorist tosses out a half-eaten burger. It didn t help that Mr. R was feeling rather sick, even before he met me. Needless to say, our first days together weren t exactly magical, though the honeymoon did give me a chance to perform a disappearing act. It was nice meeting you, Mr. R. Please excuse me while I disappear with your daughter. Yes, she wants to go, too.