"No," Cal said a little too quickly. "Life-long friend. She's going into journalism. It would be great for her if she could watch. Dex has been helpin... us on a project." I guess that would be alright." We're not on the record yet, right?" Cal asked when Judy was seated with him in the parlor of the Banner home. "OK. Ground rules: I don't want to trash Coach Hall. It's not because of him, but because of his wife. So, if I don't tell the complete story, you'll just have to take what you can get.. The only time that I attended a proper school for any length of time was when we lived just outside of Rye in East Sussex. My father had a plan to produce ‘collectible’ hand-printed and hand-coloured postcards with scenes of Rye harbour, the Martello Tower, and various other picturesque local landmarks. I sometimes think that having gone to school in Rye is why I have a bit of a soft spot for the Cinque Port village. If I’m ever down in that corner of the country, I usually try to stop off in. Because his computer was next to a window; he was zipping on a sweatshirt when his mom knocked on the door. "Yeah," he said, staring real hard at his computer and not his mom. "Can I come in," asked his mom. "Okay." She sat down on his bed, right by his computer desk, gently. "I don't want you to be upset. The only way it's going to make any sense to you, Mark, the only way you'll be able to live with this is if we talk about it. It's not going away if you ignore it." She had a way of knowing. Main uski taraf dekhta raha waah kya lag rahi thi udhar aik diya jal raha tha uski madham roshni main uska jism aur bhi sunder lag raha tha ayse lagta tha k woh koi ajanta ki moorat ho main uski sundarta main kho gaya aur mera ….. khada ho gaya main dheere dheere uske kareeb badhne laga aur uske kareeb pahonch kar ruk gaya woh meri taraf dekhne lagi maine jhat sey uske baalon ko apni muthi main pakad liya usne apni aankhen band karli main uske laal honton par apne honth jama diye aur zor sey.