She has never told anyone about the abuse. She seemed destined to suffer in silence.Nancy’s one activity in which she found comfort was listening to...music. She particularly liked the album ‘Just Jimmy Reed’, which her cousin had bought her on a trip to Chicago. She would listen to side one over and over, basking in the primal rhythms and sexual motifs while getting lost in the sound of Jimmy’s deep, rich voice.One night, while lying on the bed naked, she began to cuddle up with her favorite. He was telling me he loves it and just for a few puffs I won’t carry much of a risk. I was still not convinced and I kept moving my bent head in rejection. But what I didn’t notice was that he was already making me inhale it.He was speaking to me from so close, just before my face, with a lot cigarette in his mouth. He knew well how to get what he wanted, by hook or by crook. Ankit said, “But you can do it. It’s easy. Come on.”I looked up to him and he was smiling with that cigarette still in. " That's so great!" she said, wrapping me in a hug. "I'm so excited!We're going to be even better friends!" "So you're okay with it?" I asked her, still not completely sure. "You bet! I've been waiting for this moment for years!"I shook my head, not really believing what she was saying."Oh my gosh!" she nearly screamed. "You got your ears pierced!"She went on and on about my upcoming life changes while my mom and Icontinued eating. I think she was more excited than I was at that point."We still. Make believe it never happened. I just want you the way you were. I miss you."Mary stopped crying and looked into her son's face. A half smile appeared, and then she clasped his head between her hands and planted many kisses all over his face. When she stopped and saw the embarrassment on her son's face, her smile broadened."Thank you so much. Do you want a snack?" I already had it." Oh. Good. Now go to your room and leave me alone for a while. I have a lot of thinking to do. Charlie, I love.