”Your new home!” Luis announced as they arrived at a rundown barn in the street behind the seafront street, a long hitching rail ran along the sidewalk and big wooden doors stood ajar while a row of rickshaws stood idle overlapping, partly blocking the street. Xxnx ”Can we?” Carlos asked. ”Yes, you are Americans yes?” he asked. They took Lynnie to the next room and brought Jo in next, “Look this is weird,” she protested and she refused to sit down until the Policewoman clipped a dog collar around her neck and dragged her to the chair, “No!” she protested but the police woman held her head as the Policeman carved a bald strip running across Jo’s head and despite her protests the Policeman carved swathe after swathe of Jo’s thick dark hair away to leave her completely bald.
