I was a fool. The last thing I could recall of my father was how we argued over my decision to quit school and learn magic from my teacher. My last me...ory of mother was making her cry. I always thought if things didn’t work out, I could always return home.I turned the key and pushed open the front door. It was a familiar guesthall. Cobwebs covered the ceiling and furniture, but everything was pretty much the way I had left it. The old CRT TV, so retro even when I was a child was still there. My. I scoped out the FM tuner but found nothing to my liking on the air. So I shifted my attention to the 60-disc CD changer half-expecting to find Rachmaninoff, Chopin or Mozart but surprise, surprise, it was fully loaded with an awesome array of classic rock. I scrolled down Claire’s library list impressed, The Stones, Springsteen, a couple of Clapton discs, Cream, Boston, Styx, U2, Utopia, Van Halen, and of course, the Beatles were well represented. I finally found one to suit my mood, punched. I went near her from back I kiss on her neck part and put my chin there and looked at the mirror. I was very pleased to be couple to my own mom, my dream lady. I saw her pleasures on her face. We had forget our ass hole father. We are living happily and having very good time. She was wearing blouse and sari. I take out the edge of the sari from her shoulder and ready to unhook her blouse. Then she said that she was being ready to go to office. Then I showed her anger on my face. Then she was. ”“Is that good or bad, sir?”“It’s good. You’re a bit young to have read Flinders’ volumes. But you’ve done a fine job. And let me answer your queries. First, on the harbours and anchorages. There’s a full listing with depths and suchlike of all the major and mid-sized ports. If you’re heading for an unlisted site, you drop anchor a half-mile or so offshore and put off a boat. The listing is with the charts in the space abaft the bridge, which we call the chartroom.”“Aye aye, sir. I should have.