" I said sheepishly, my cheeks flushing a little. "Besides," she went on. "As soon as they'd backed up far enough they started deliberately making noi...e and well, you knew what was up by then."I could go on and on about all the crazy shit we did on that trip, much less throughout the course of our relationship, but today I want to tell you what happened on our way home.We were driving up Interstate 65 which is a straight shot all the way to Nashville, or rather she was driving and I was. They liked my plans and went over with the three of us what we had found and our experiences while there. Finally, Uncle Jack said, “It’s a good plan. We will need about a week to make it happen.” Janice started to say something but he raised his hand. “I know that there is going to be more misery there until we stop it and some poor woman may die. However, we know the people here. We can’t lose any so we will do this right, finish it the first time, and minimize casualties. Janice, have you. We saw some couples just strolling away walking hand in hand. She was little disturbed to see couples smooching, (it was all new for her to see sex in public). We just sat there, I held her hand and said that Sagar is lucky guy to have you, she tried to take off her hand, I said that u are my first love and looked into her eyes. I asked to tell frankly, did she ever any feeling for me. She admitted she had a crush on me. I went to buy some mangoes for her, I gave it to her and she started. It was like she was sketching the outlines of the story I'd expect to hear if I hadn't started poking around at the curtain in my head. And maybe if I hadn't, that would have been enough.Would I have preferred that?Still, I nodded. I stood up, tears I didn't know I had the ability to produce on demand rolling down my cheeks.We embraced, long and tight, without speaking another word about it.#As certain as I was that Mom's story was bullshit, I wasn't sure whether she herself believed it. And I.