'Hi John. Come on in'. I followed him into the living room, and he gestured for me to sit on the sofa.'Dave, I just popped over to ask if there was an... reason why we haven't spoken for a long while? Are you trying to avoid me or something?''Not at all John, I have just been really busy doing the house up that's all'As I looked around I could see that indeed, the paper and paint was fresh, and the carpet was new too.'You could have given me a shout mate, I would have been pleased to have helped. .Apparently, she and Heather buried the hatchet, too, because she took Heather to work the next morning -- which left Michael a latchkey kid -- and put him at my back slider around ten. I was sitting on the couch in the TV room, watching porn and trying to get a little relief, and had to bolt up and kill the TV then go let him in. Given the fact that I'd been doing pretty well, there was no hiding the boner. Michael eyed the tent in my towel, "Damn!" Yeah, well..." You weren't playing those. ”“OK,” she said, “does this mean you don’t love her any more?”“No,” I replied, “not that, but I don’t trust her. I can’t trust her. And if I can’t trust her, I can’t be with her.”“She really does love you you know,” she said.“Strange way she has of showing it. First John Sollberger last time I went away, now this.”“Just promise me one thing,” Alison said, suddenly sounding a lot older that thirteen.“What?” I asked.“That you’ll at least talk to her when she gets back.”“OK, but for you, not her,”. His father went along with the Warden and some of our friends to the mortuary to complete the formalities and take home his son’s body. Gandhi’s mother was crying continuously, and I was left to take care of her. I took her to the Guesthouse, urged her to take bath, and brought some breakfast and coffee from the hostel mess. She refused to have breakfast, but on my insistence had a cup of coffee. She was still crying. I was at loss, not knowing how to console a grieving mother. Involuntarily, I.