The first year after the seer’s death, Lei had kept talking about what she had said. None had been able to shut her up. Oli, who had never appreciat...d Lei’s fantasies of leaving for another forest, had made a point of never telling anyone what the crone had told him. He had seen the seer the very day before the night that Lei had. ‘Will you ever tell me what she told you?’ asked Lei. Oli smiled at her, the way he always did when she asked what the seer had told him. Over the past two years, he. Within twenty minutes, she was heading down the Northern Line for an afternoon of girly shopping among the classy shops on Bond Street. Afterwards, she could swing by the Food Hall at John Lewis, buy what she needed for a simple but semi-elegant dinner, and grab a taxi back home in plenty of time to cook. Karen was in a fog for most of the day, and Bob knew it. He tried to engage his wife in conversation, but got little in reply, and she seemed to be sending lots of time on her computer. Karen. She’d leave the issue of dancing their song with another girl alone. After all, he wasn’t her boyfriend; Charlie was her boyfriend. Craig was a boy who was, once again, a friend.They talked until it was nearly time for lunch. “Thursday?” asked Craig.“Thursday.”Charlie called that afternoon, inviting her to the movies on Friday. “Want to go for some burgers, first?”“Thanks.” She told her mom. Being -- whatever her mom thought -- grown up, she told her rather than asked her. She couldn’t simply. Since Mom and Daughter had acute resemblance. I was continuously staring at them. Specifically their butts and boobs. So much so that mom had to actually tell me to concentrate on my breakfast. One key thing I had noticed was, since we had started from Delhi mom was having her pallu very low. Almost revealing one of her blouse covered breast. Shamelessly, I stared at her part exposed boob and said “OK”. It seemed that me staring at her did not matter.Here I would want to mention that my mom is.