Then one day I had a visitor. I was surprised because I had spoken to my folks back in Delhi just the previous night. They had not mentioned anything about a visit. So I thought that it must be my uncle who was my local guardian. He stayed up hill in the cantonment area. I hadn’t visited him for a very long time since I had been busy with the ballet. But to my surprise It turned out that I had an official visitor. I made my way to the visitor’s lounge during the lunch break. There I saw our school principal who was having tea with a lady, Lady Penguin.
As I entered he left, leaving me at her mercy.
7 Ways Through Sunday 
And your point is...