It's really none of my business what anyone thinks about me in the first place and I have enough of my own thoughts to sort out I really have no time ...o try and persuade yours. Am I in the closet? Nope. The people I want to be close to need to know who I am so that we don't waste each other's time. My ego is nothing more than a fossil of something that used to make big decisions for me but no longer has any use or purpose. Does that mean any random asshole gets to read me like an open book?. She’d been chasing Ben all summer and his band had got a booking to play the beer tent, doing their covers set for the drunks. She was desperate to go, having spent the summer trying to catch his eye every Friday night across the bar at the Fox, but he’d not shown more than a passing interest, no matter how overt she’d been with her flirting.In her head, this was going to be her big moment, when he’d gaze out across the trestle tables and sea of red faces, notice her in the crowd, catch her eye. This page is in Latin.”“How up are you on reading your Caesar?”“I never studied Latin ... It’s in English on the facing page.”“It says these are all based on recipes from Apicius,” Logan remarked, “the world’s oldest extant cook book ... from around 100AD.”“Peacock Patties, seasoned with juniper berries and Roman spices,” she read. “Note — A substitution has been made for peacock.”“That’s a relief,” Logan replied. “I couldn’t live with myself thinking a beautiful peacock joined the choir. I was surprised to see.She had arranged things for our mini-wedding in front of the short wooden stool meant for the two to sit in Pooja room for praying, there was a brass plate belonging to Pooja room. Mom’s mangal-sutra was kept in the brass plate along with coconut and areca nut and areca and leaves. There was a decorated Kalasha too. She had drawn rangoli around the place.I was observing this Mom walked out of her room oops Mom was so beautiful! She had dressed like a bride every way.