The woman looks familiar but I just can’t place her. She is plump, with baggy jeans and a huge winter jacket, which is three times too big for her,...with shoulder length dull reddish hair, with streaks of gray. She has bags under her tired eyes and looks very unhappy. Then I clue in, I look at the image on the screen behind me and look at the woman in front of me. Oh shit. Fuck, fuck no!“Who the hell are you!” John’s wife asks me. I don’t know what to say. I stand there my hand between my. . I look old?"Well not now you don't. The way you dressed tonight makes you look much younger. You look like one of the girls in that TV show about the Lifeguards. You know... the ones who are always running around in the swimsuits." John took another bite of his dinner and acted as if he had just stated something that should have been perfectly obvious to his mother... like the world was round or that the sky was blue."Really?!" Janice beamed at being compared to the beauties on the show. She. Harold Lee Scoville was born on November 11, 1918. Armistice Day. I was the son of privilege, growing up in New Jersey to Harold and Virginia Scoville. My father was a printer and publisher, and more importantly at the time, an influential man in the politics of the area. He had come to America from England with his father at an early age. He had been academically brilliant and his father's skills with the typesetting equipment of the day made the family prosperous. By the time he was in. Yalla property um sendu 10 core ku tha ponadu.So balance 30 core ra enum 6 month kula kata sonnaga.Yan amma kum munndi pola yantha ad um varatha thala yanna pantradune theriyala.Athu madum illa ma bank la vitta japthi pannathala yagalukku yagga poradum nu theriyala.Ore nal la yalla vasathi um poi nadu rood ku vandotom. Yaga poraduna therila.Apa tha yan amma oda friend jani oda niyapagam vanduche.So ok nu naga jani oda vittukku ponom.Jani kita nadantha yalathai um sollidu aga ya thaggunom.Jani.