“Let me carry that blanket for you.” “No!” Eileen croaked her voice a little too high. “I can manage,” she insisted, lower her voice and ...ulling the stained blanket against her chest. It was pouring with rain the day of Victoria’s funeral. Surrounded by a sea of headstones blackened through the passage of time, family and friends gathered around the open grave to say goodbye to Victoria. Ignoring the rain battering against his face the minister opened his bible. “Our father which art in. All the usual teenage activitiesthat were adult-free zones.But each of our children were individuals and would react to anew person in the house differently, so Anna and I spent a lot ofour time that weekend discussing their possible reactions andhow to deal with them.Andrew, our oldest at almost 18 and in his last year of highschool was possibly our greatest concern at that time. Not onlywas he a good scholar with an inquiring mind, but he was also atypical teenage boy with raging hormones. I. I went to my Father in law to ask for fees. He gave me the same after getting a promise from me to please him in the evening. I had no option but to accede. I took the money and deposited in the school counter. I came back and took 40 winks. It should be around 4:00 in the evening and I usually lie facing my pillow and with my back side completely open. I was wearing a sari and blouse with no panty or bra. I woke up with the awkward feeling of a hairy hand moving around my thighs. I also. Both of them stopped talking when the saw me approach, their narrowed eyes and suspicious silence made Jo turn around, expecting a fight. What she saw instead, shocked her instead. Her twin brother, standing dressed in all black, looking like a thug who would jump someone at the drop of a hat. His usually calm electric yellow seemed more dangerous and vibrant. As I read this from her head, I felt a small sense of pride in knowing I Was now longer that little kid that let bullies beat him up.