Main kisi kaam se shaam ko unke ghar nhi ja saka. Fir agle din main subah morning walk subah 5 baje ghar se nikala.Toh mujhe raste me Reeta bhabhi mil... maine unhe good morning wish kiya aur aage nikal liya. Fir hum dono park me ja kar mile, whan hum dono ek jagah baith kar bateen karne lag gye. Tab mujhe unse baat karke pata chala ki wo ghar me akeli rehti hai. Kyoki unke pati Dubai me rhete hai, aur whin par job karte hai.Fir bhabhi ne mujhe chaye par aane ke liye keh diya. Fir hum dono ek. “Anything?”“Well… yes,” I said, kind of unsure of what she meant.“You see Brad, it’s been a couple of years since my husband left me and well… um… this is kind of awkward, but I havn’t um… you know… had any in a long time.”“Ms. Robinson, im flattered, but well, it seems wrong," i said, immediately picking up on what she wanted from me.“Come on Brad, your young and attractive, and judging by your previous stares, I guess im not so bad myself.”“Well, I,” I started. “Shh…” she whispered leaning in. .....A 16 year old boy fresh and innocent in the ways of the world... needed a full time job close to home. It just so happened that a nursing home stood just down the street from his house.His mother (full of wisdom and wishing to still hold the reins) instructed her son in just what to...wear, say, walk, talk and anything else she could think of! Of course the tired old refrain of "cut your hair" was added and ignored as was usual. LOL...The year? 1969! (Parents were divorced sad to say.)So,. I cursed and sat down on a bench. I must have dozed in the sun, for it was 12:10 when I looked at my watch. Rubbing my eyes and stretching, I realized that I didn't want to read any more Gillespie. I didn't want to read Jens Peter Jacobsen, either. I thought of Alice. I had looked her up. And she'd made a remark about an article of mine.In the library, at the bibliography table, I thought I'd look in the most recent volume. "Singleton, A." had two entries: a Ford and a Haggard. The previous.