She said should be clean and neat. All through her conversation, I can understand she wanted a clean, neat, well educated, well-mannered person to do ...inky stuff. I matched all her expectations of the man she could trust with such a delicate matter.She was judging me with my clothes, conversation, she was also judging my IQ levels so to say. I asked her if they want to see me in a dhoti (village style) or any uniform dress like a pilot, etc. She said it is ok with jeans and a T-shirt. I was. Mom had her complaints when I bit my small feet in mom's heels andwent around the house. Made me decide to only play with her make up when shewasn't in the house. Feeling like a couldn't talk to mom about my feelings, Icould never bring myself to ask for the canopied bed I wanted when mom askedme to pick out a bed and never got the Barbie Dolls I so wanted for mybirthday. I settled for playing with my friend's Missy's Barbie collectionand inviting her over to my club house for tea parties.My. So things ended. And now, two years later, all that are left are memories. You’ve moved on. You’re engaged now, in fact. I’ve moved on too. But I’ve never moved past the memories, and I wonder whether you, despite your silence for nearly two years, ever draw on those memories and allow them to come to the surface. Or perhaps they are buried so deeply, that it is as though I never existed in your life. Memories. That’s what I am going through today. On that anniversary of our last time. And. ’ Amy laughed again and the waiter came up and gave me the check. Holy shit, maybe the food wasn’t French, but the prices sure were. Actually, this whole mall was geared to strip you of your life’s savings as fast as possible. I looked at Amy, she must have paid plenty for that trip to the salon, and now we were getting ready to buy her a wardrobe. I wondered if she knew how expensive that was going to be. ‘Here, let me get that.’ She grabbed the check out from under my hand. ‘Don’t be.