He had been close to Rom much of his life.

I want you to be sure and tell him that, Rom.

Rom looked down at something on his side of the bar.

He was planning on having a word or two with Rom.

But there was no reason for Rom to know that.

I am told by the chief of the Rom to look for her.

"Tell him you think he should let Rom and me stay on the station."

Rom was clearly at a loss as to what to say.

I must live as though all the Rom yet to be born are watching me.

But with luck, Rom would find a way to tell him.

He's probably going to try to sell it, Rom thought.

And then at last it will be safe for the Rom to return to their true home.

The whole Rom nation cried out for a new king.

The Rom of this country go from one band to another.

Rom looked up from where he was taking a customer's order at a table.

Rom was the first one out, and he had a huge smile on his face.

I tried to persuade Rom to come with us, remember?

This was the wrong time for Rom to take offense, at anything.

"Well," Rom said, and he did not really seem to know what to say.

"I mean he's up to something that will be bad for Rom."

Rom looked dubious, but he seemed to have no better plan.

"It's something that only the Rom can do," is what my father had told me.

"No thought was given to having Rom in the rescue party?"

But one thing is certain: he never bothered Rom again.

Rom decided it was time for him to get very drunk.