My passion blinded me to what was missing most in my life: to love and be loved. Books couldn’t love me back nor could they dispel the loneliness I ...elt. I became aware of that little truth the day Matt walked through the doors of my library. He was six feet of lean muscle. His lavender eyes scanned the room around him. He ran his hand through short dark brown hair as confusion marred his classic good looks and his kissable lips frowned. My nervousness overrode my duty to help him and I stayed. She changed to a Punjabi dress from her see through gown and we came out of our room. My parents were ready to catch their morning train. My mother told Pooja aunty to take great care of me. Saying this they left. I locked the door as soon as they left. Pooja aunty went to make tea for us. She made great tea and also pakodas for breakfast. She asked me about my plans for the week. I said that I was completely free this week as there are holidays in my college.Pooja aunty said that since both of. The chaperons will be found dead or not found at all when it happens,” I said.At 1530 the girls and Jeanna were waiting for me in the White House lobby. We were going to pick up new clothes for the fancy dinner in Portugal since it was described as a State dinner and I had received a list of the VIP attendees for the event.The best pant suit I owned - Marcy had paid almost five thousand dollars for - had two bullet holes in it and was bloodstained. The girls were determined that Vicky and I. I just didn’t bother you then. It would have confused you no end.”I accepted that and my mind returned to my question, “Why do you think it was someone at work?”As I thought it, Marilyn expressed it. “You want to know why I think it was someone at work who shot you. Right?”A little annoyed at her remark, I shot back at her. “Well, that thought had crossed my mind.”She just laughed and then said, “Will. You don’t have to get uptight about this. You’ve helped me and I want to help you.”It was.