But ‘jisne bhi ye kaha hain, bahut khub kaha hain’, ‘jo hota hain, woh achhe ke liye hota hain’.Dad bought the house from some SHARMAs as they...moved to Delhi. It is a hell of a place, the new house, bigger rooms. Repairs, painting, was done, but the workers didnt clean the house properly so everyone was supposed to clean their respective rooms. While cleaning my room, I came across a small cavity, which was covered by a same colour cardboard piece. I was interested in seeing whats inside, and. . er ... this is Annabel. She's just come up from London."Annabel gulped as the three women sized her up, holding her baby on her hip. "Hi," she muttered."Hey, sit down," Margaret told her and then introduced Lucy, Pauline and Edith." Is that your sports car?" the mousy-haired Lucy asked and Annabel giggled."Umm ... sort of. It's my boyfriend's. Well ex-boyfriend's. He'll want it back I'm sure." The ladies looked at each other for a moment. "He hit me so I ... umm ... well I sort of took it to. Hearing him call me that made me quiver with excitement. I was so happy daddy was getting more open with me. He sometimes treated me like I was in trouble and would spank me hard, and other times he would say I was a princess and would let me take over. And besides the sexual aspect of us, our actual relationship was getting closer too. Daddy would spend hours talking to me about anything and everything. He didn't like the topic of boys much, saying he didn't want me to get hurt by boys that. I suddenly knew something was wrong. I asked my mother what had happened to Brian and she passed out.Anyway, my son, Brian and his sister, Barb for some reason had this same link, but when I tried to explain it to Brian, he wouldn't believe me. He felt he could communicate with old buildings. Actually, we were most likely both right.Charlotte could never understand this pride in workmanship I had given Brian. Her comment was always, "Fuck 'em. They got paid for their work. Now it's time to move.