She ordered me to sit in a chair and she stood by the door leaning against the wall. Several minutes later, the door opened, and Detective Wilson came...in. “Chris, what the hell happened?”, he asked, sitting in the chair across from me. “Not much, I was trying to get some pizza and Josh Klein, Mark Boudreaux and Ted Savoie started some shit as usual. Only this time, I finished it.”, I replied. “You put two boys in the hospital Chris, this is serious.”, he stated. “I’m not running from them. The second, and for her far more important reason, was her family. Conservative in a peculiarly urban-middle class-Indian way, they perfectly encapsulated the struggle for India’s soul. It was perfectly normal for them to, for example, have a best friend belonging to a different religion/caste… but the idea of an inter-caste marriage was still something of a culture shock. This pseudo-conservatism extended in particular to their daughter’s love life. While she was allowed, even encouraged to. I got the shock of my life when I got to the door of the bedroom I shared with Nancy," "Nancy," I gave her a mockingly accusatory look, "and her boyfriend Nate," a long nod in her husband Nate's direction, "were totally naked and not only that, he was lying on his back and she was kneeling between his legs and had his thing in her mouth. (OK, nobody calls it a thing now but I'm trying to talk the way I talked when I was a virgin.)"Nate, now Nancy's husband, broke in, "Nancy was ... is ... the. His dad is a banker, and he always thought that he made a pretty good living. They had a nice house, a very nice house compared to the houses of some of his teammates. It had five bedrooms, was solid brick and was still standing after raising the five Kelly boys, but his house was nothing like Kari's. He stood in this doorway, admiring what he could see--a mammoth marble lined entryway with dual stairways heading in different directions, what appeared to be a ball room straight ahead of him,.