..YOU SAY TO ME IT AINT LIKE THAT..STUDDERING AND SHIT...I SAY THEN WHAT IS IT...YOU SAY WELL...I SAY WELL WHAT...YOU SCARED OR WHAT...YOU BEING A MAN...SAY NAH IT AINT THAT...I SAY SHIT YES IT IS...HERE IS PUSSY AND YOU HAVE GOTTEN QUIET ON IT...HAHAA..THEN YOU TRIED TO FLIP THE SCRIPT TELLING ME THAT I WAS TALKING MUCH SHIT...TRYING TO USE PSYCHOLOGY ON A GIRL...I SAY ALL NAW YOU CANT FLIP THIS SCRIPT..LETS MEET....AND DO THE DAMN THING..YOU SAY COOL...I SAY TO YOU NAME YOUR PLACE AND. But first, let me start at the beginning.’ Fascinated, Jennifer watched as Peter stood in front of her father. Then he sank to the floor prostrating himself. He inched forward to place his forehead on her father’s shoes before repeating the actions on her mother’s sandals. Standing slowly, he turned his back on them and lowered his dhoti so they could see his back and buttocks. Aghast the family gasped and, satisfied that they had seen clearly, Peter retied his dhoti. Again, he prostrated. I asked her who the guy was and she paused like she was confused. I asked her again and she said that it was complicated. I asked her how it was complicated but she quickly got up and took a shower and went to bed. I sat on the couch thinking when I noticed her phone was sitting on the armrest. I quickly grabbed it and looked at the texts and one was from someone named "Melissa" that read "I had fun last night, Hope we can do it again" I stopped and realized that she hadn't slept with a guy. Then there in the glow of the tree Santa’s words came to her. “Connor, sometimes you just have to have faith. We lost it and stopped believing in each other-in us. I just want you to know, and I know it is a little late, but I believe in you. And I believe in love, and I believe in faith.” Trembling as she spoke, his grip relaxed, she thought he would leave. “I don’t know how you do it, baby. How can you believe in me when even I can’t?” he asked quietly. “I’m not sure, Connor, but just know.