Phir mene ushaji se pucha aap roz updown karke thak to jaati hongi.aur jaldi soo bhi jaati hongi. Par usha ji ka jaawab tha ki raat ho usse nind kaha....ene pucha kyon kya hua. Par unhone kuch nahi kaha. Me samajne laga. Is bich me khada hua pani peen eke liye ki tabi mera towel nikal gaya aur ushaji mujhe dekthi rahi gayi. Mere sarir thoda mota hai par gora badan. mene bhi jhat se towel uthaya aur lappet liya. Aur wapas baith gaya aur ushaji hase jaa rahi thi. Mene bhi puch liya kyon pehle kabhi. "He left unsaid what his dinner companion already knew. His former pupil, Erica Schmidt, was alleged to be a Nazi spy operating in wartime Washington, D.C., and according to the briefing that Frank had received she had apparently successfully compromised a high U.S. official. Frank's mission was to find her and, if possible, use her as an unwilling double agent to transmit false information to the enemy. The mission was complicated by various factors, one of which was that Erica had apparently. My father never did that. I placed my hand on the one on my shoulder and looked back into the face of my brother.He pulled me up and into a kiss. Then he said, “Dad and Suki left to give you space. I told them I’d talk to you.” I eyed my bed then looked back to my brother. He smiled, “Not yet. We can do that later.”“Well that’s no fun. Is there anything I can do to change your mind?” I said.He chuckled and stopped my hands from removing my clothes.He took a good look at my exposed breast then. It was back to school with me and no excuses.During that eight month work stint mom refused to accept any of the money I made. Instead she told me to buy something I wanted or to save it for college. Since there was absolutely no chance that I was going to college, I immediately thought car. Hell I was seventeen, soon to be eighteen what else would I think.Dad's brother the one the called Deacon stopped by once a week or so to check on us. I always thought that he slipped mom money, but I never.