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Why do you ask me? There are many different women who grieve in many different ways. The brides in India use to throw themselves in the funeral pyres of their dead husbands in order to be with them in the after life.

If you ask me I think it is just because it sucks to be a woman in India.

*He blinks for a few moments, then shakes his head and starts to laugh.* That was a rather broad question, wasn't it.

I would ask about Americans, but I know those women all to well. And the one who prompted the question did not smell human anyway.

How are you?

It was as if you asked me to describe all the fish in the sea, something that might have been interesting, if not arduous undertaking.

You know all women all too well. What did she smell like?

I am weary, that is not new. My days are very monotonous.

Maybe I just wanted some interesting bit of trivia?

Not human. Not a god. Something else. Something clearly affected by death, though. I suppose I could ask him.

I'm sorry to hear that, darling.

Well now you know about the brides of India.

*She wrinkles her nose in disgust.* Baka! What a worthless being he is.

How are you and the woman who carries your child?

And it is interesting information. Perhaps if more societies did that, there would be less overcrowding.

And he probably don't tell me.

We fight. I am too territorial. But she is well.

There should be great mass fires, purging, I would not mind the little extra work.

That is because he is a jackass.

That is the nature of humans, to want everything and to share very little, it is a defensive behavior I believe.

I believe it is a character defect of mine. I did the same thing with you.

You did, and perhaps it is, all I asked for was monotony with the promise that I would give it in return. Not that it ever mattered, I could not get laid if I was a piece of sod. . .

*Grins suddenly.* Did I get it right?

Monotony? Gee... thanks, baby. But the sod thing was pretty good.

I said the wrong word and you know it, you should not tease me! I do not like your silly language. Goodie for the second part, I am working on being funny. My book says that a proper young lady uses wit and humor in order to lighten the mood of a social gathering.

*The book she's referring to is an OLD 1940's guide for proper young ladies.*

You know we could talk in Japanese. *He winks at her, still teasing.* Are you working to become a proper young lady, Aijin? I think you will do beautifully.

We could, I have no one to speak to in my language. *Scowls, and sulks very much like the little girl she is.* You tease me, Grady-san. I am proper, I am just trying to be more proper so that . . . I - *Her cheeks turn red.* Oh!

*He winks and switches to Japanese for her.* So that you might what, Katsumi-san? Find something who is worthy of you? You know that I will want to meet and approve him. Or her.

*She also switches, it is much easier this way.* You will have many years to wait, I do not possess what these women have. Why will you approve, you did not seek my approval when you found your woman! And I am not a homosexual.

You have plenty to offer the right man, Kat-san. You are unique and that will count for something. *He grins and winks at her again.* Because I know more about the ways of men than you do about pregnant women? *He does not believe, for a moment, that she will accept that answer.*

Men do not want unique, I am starting to believe that they do not want polite either. They want sexy and I am not sexy, they also want white women, and I am not white. *She gasps and smacks him playfully with her fan.* You are just a territorial brute, that is what you are! Scare off all my invisible suitors, I am very polite to the women you sleep with.