The carpeting was thick, lush, and... aqua. The walls were painted a bright pink. Against the far wall was the most comfortable and ugliest couch you ...ave ever seen. Overstuffed to the point where you didn't sit in it, you sunk into it, it was so comfortable it practically begged you to take a nap. It was also the most god-awful yellow you have ever seen on any piece of furniture. To the left of the couch, against another wall, was a long coffee table with an old clock, coffee maker, and. Soon after I began ending my stories to her signing them as ‘Your Sandman’, or simply ‘Sandman’. I knew her condition was increasingly worsening. Our communications grew infrequent, even when she did respond, I could tell it was with a great deal of effort that she even did so. But always telling me, always urging me to keep writing, keep sharing with her my thoughts, my dreams. Something she could take comfortably with her whenever she went to bed and slept at night. She told me towards the. No one had said anything, but I think Claude and mom were becoming closer too. Claude spent at least two or three evenings a week at our place. The five of us would sit around and talk for hours.Claude took our two older beef cattle off to market during that time and he sold us a Guernsey milk cow that had recently come fresh. Mom taught us how to milk and Patty, Karen and I took care of it from then on. Claude also helped me haul our steer in to the butcher.Karen, Patty and I celebrated the. To me 4 baje chala gaya uske ghar. Vaha par koi nahi tha aur vo taiyar ho rahi thi. 5 min me taiyar hoke ayi aur kaha chalo film dekhne. Muje nahi pata tha esa koi bhi plan tha to mene usse pucha ki film ka kab fix hua aur abhi ticket bhi nahi milegi.Pehle bolna chahiyena. To usne kaha ticket li rakhi he usne 6 baje ka show tha aur abhi 4 hi baje the hum garden chale gy.Tab vaha mene usko pucha ki yar rat ko maja kiya na. To usne kaha kya maja yar.Tumhe pata hi he ki muje boss pasand nahi he.