Ami card ta niye bhari mone bari chole elam. Kichu din por ami canteene lunch korchilam amake amar boss deke pathalen. Boss amake bollen je amake Bomb...y jete hobe ekta training e te. Ami Bombay jete rajee hochhilam na, kintu amar boss amake jor diye Bombay jete bollen aar bollen je ete amar promotione subidhe hobe. Ami jigesh korlam je “kobe jete hobe?” Boss bollen, “kal bikel bela tomar flight.” Ami porer din sakal office eshe office theke amar traininger janno sab kagoj niye bikele flight. As she thinks more and more of him, she takes longer and heftier drags. She curls the smoke out of her mouth and allows it to drift up through her nose in a French inhale; she exhales slowly through her mouth, letting the smoke twist and twirl to the ceiling. She clenches the cigarette in her teeth while double dragging, and takes so much into her lungs that the exhale is thick enough to leave her in a white fog. By the time it dissipates, she sees that she’s already half way through her. She had dropped the platter. They had looked up when they heard it shatter on the floor. She had run, just run, as far and as fast as her legs could carry her. Her father had found her a couple miles down the road, convinced her to get into the car. They had talked. He told her the basics then but Naomi could tell that it was painful for him, that he was not telling her everything. Of course, being a curious thirteen year old girl, she turned to the only place she could for information…the. .. well ... um...” she looked at Joan.“Of course, we’ll have to take the other girlfriends with us,” I continued. “I know you wouldn’t want to leave them out. Especially, if the evening ended up with us all making out and telling each other how much we’ll miss our girlfriends this summer.”“And crying a little,” Rachel added.“I liked the making out part,” Joan said. “We could lock my mom out of the family room.”“Brittany, you’re welcome to come with us but you’ll see some pretty frisky.