I then helped him lift his hand out of the sling. I pulled back the covers, and I laughed out loud when I saw that he was wearing his lucky happy face boxers.

As I walked back toward her, she saw me coming and quickly blocked her face with her hand so that I wouldn't see her tears.

On his way back home, he stopped at Gopal Bhakta's shop, where all the men saw the blood-soaked newsprint packet he was carrying in his hand.