Hum jald hi sadi kar lenge tab tak hum yaha chup chup ke milenge.Mene yeh sunte hi uske galo ko chum liya or uska sukriya kiya me khusi se pagal tha.S...yad meri khusiya ke ye akhri din the.Fir humara daily milna hua uske marji ki bina me use kuch nhi kar sakta tha kabhi kabhi woh kiss karne deti or apne boobs ko uper se chune deti thi par fir bhi me khus tha.Suddenly ek din bad news aayi ki papa ki ek meeting ke dauran attack se death ho gyi or tab se sara work muje pe aa gya.Me ab apne kam me. God it was good! Thirty minutes later I was carrying the pot out, and calling for help. Bogdi came and got the pot. He carried it over to the picnic table as I went and got bowls, spoons, and cups for them to have something to drink with their meal. I had Gort bring me a canteen as I went by.Clara had names and a few words under her belt by the time I got to the table. I handed over the bowls. I simply left her to it. I did give a bowlful of food each, to Gort and Bogdi. They took it and ate it. About forty or so Ian stood half a foot taller than me and was broad across the shoulders. He was not so bad to look at though his crumpled clothes bought a decade ago didn’t help; in another life I might even have found him attractive, but not in this one.“Cooking my dinner like a good little bitch,” he said. It was true; I was stooped over the stove. My mother certainly never cooked and Ian had a tendency to get violent if he didn’t have a meal on the table after work. I said nothing, it was. "I rolled my eyes, "Fine." It was Sunday morning, and I was eating mycereal and toast at a snail's pace. I took tiny insignificant bites ofthe toast and ate the cereal in slow motion.Am?lie huffed, but she didn't bite, at least not at first. If I atebreakfast this way, it was going to take me over half an hour to finish.I continued my antics, and Am?lie's patience, already worn thin by thefact that Chloe didn't eat her breakfast, was cleanly severed by myshenanigans.Am?lie sighed heavily,.