.P: sahi hai yar.. aisa hi hona chahiye!! no issues of trust, commitment…Me: ya… (I deliberately stopped after saying this as I wanted her to appr...ach me)After a few seconds..P: Kash yar,, mera bhi koi aisa friend hota!! Delhi me to mujhe bhi lonely feel hota hai…Me: haha… main ban jau!! (and laughed so that I am on the safer side).P: kya..? apan to bas dost hain na!!!Now I knew I had her… and I did not want to let this opportunity go!!Me: haan to.. we will always be friends only!! don’t worryP. I started to reach for the Marlboro box, only to remember I had but one half inch of tobacco filled paper left. I teetered on the edge of want and discretion, and finally stuffed the box in my shirt pocket. Time for the daily mental ritual: “Set your sights on the first good thing. So, what the fuck is it? Mail! Just after breakfast, there’s mail!” Had she read my last poem to her, I wondered? Had she written something for me? We had settled into a pleasant pattern of writing each other. Don thanked her and curtsied. He quickly putthem on finding them the correct size rather than the tight undersizedmules. Things were looking up at least.The next morning began as usual. Don serving Mandy her morning coffeein bed, kissing her feet as he put on her slippers so she could get tothe bathroom, helping her to dress, making her breakfast, and receivinghis instructions for the day. When he got saw his male clothes to wearwhen shopping he said, "Sissy can't find the loafers she wears. .. what the hell is the unique future? It was just getting to the good part how could it quit like that?” she ranted on and on as she looked at Liz, “I hate cliff-hangers.”“It’s fragmented. This part of the message is over, I guess when I figure out more and I touch the other triangles we’ll learn more,” Liz said.“Here,” someone from the crowd called out. He moved forward and climbed the steps, everyone then saw his face and it was Diego of the snakes who was unclipping the Gift to his tribe.