Kari
I had only lain down on the couch in the darkened interior of my Winnebago, when there was a panic banging at my motor home door. I went and opened it, fighting against the cold icy wind and rain to hold it open. A woman dressed only in a sari, her hair in a mess, and soaking wet, stood there. In poor English "Please let me hide here, bad men want to harm me." She blurted out casting a worried look behind her. "Come in, please," I said glad to get the door closed, and us separated from...