Two bad marriages late in life still hadn't damped his generous spirit, though it had served to press them down a bit. He was a good pretender, not ma...y knew the pain he held inside from the world, from his self but a wondrous thing about him no matter how much pain, he always tried to have a smile, rare indeed.Our story started this day though was deep seeded in his past, you see I had noticed him many times though out the years. He had done quite a few things that others would consider dumb,. She stepped back a few steps and said that I did look kinda' cute wearing her stuff but that I needed some help in the boob department, hair style and make-up. She then proceeded to do my make-up and re-style my longish hair into a more feminine style. After she was done with all this she rolled up some stockings and inserted them into "my" bra. She had me stand up and walked me to her mirror so I could see "the girl". What I saw was a girl looking back at me and I LOVED what I saw. From that. Fast forward to the present. I had just returned from my college in the afternoon when I saw Kashish and her parents leaving my parents’ house. I went in, and my parents asked me to sit first and listen carefully to what they had to say.My father said, “Beta, you know how things have been with Kashish. She has been living alone for almost 6 months now.” He stopped there hesitantly, and my mother continued, “Beta, we spoke to our family astrologer. Both Kashishs’ parents and we have decided to. ‘That’s three of them in as many weeks.’ Her look of astonishment melted slowly into a bittersweet smile. ‘Yes, Jacob, it’s nothing. But it’s sweet of you to worry.’ She patted his hand. There were times when he wanted nothing more than to reach out to that crescent face, to the discolored bruises like plums, and stroke them softly away, to trace the delicate lines of her face, her cheeks and eyebrows and little button nose, and riffle through her coarse blonde hair, and sweep all tears away.