Allthese new emotions, all these changes must have been so hard to handle. Icould feel myself getting teary eyed as well as I watched him, but I keptc...ntrol. I had to for both our sakes.Finally, he stopped, his sobbing slowly subsiding to quiet sniffles. Hewiped his eyes with tissue, then gently wiped his nose, then finally,looked up at me, eyes puffed and red.Oh God damn this. I wish I was there. I wish I could just hold him, hughim, comfort him. Such an important momentous time in our lives. We had a 1947 Studebaker Champion in V1’s timeframe.This was a fairly late-model van on a Chevy truck frame. Dad used it for hauling his tools around. He always had a lot of tools with him. He’d cleared one side of the front half of the van and attached a ramp that he could let down from behind the door. I was a little nervous about him pulling me up the ramp backwards and narrowly missed clipping my extended right leg on the door, but once I was inside, I felt fairly secure. I figured I’d only. One more thing about my family was that my grandma was a north Indian and she never understood telugu, so most often we would either be speaking English or Hindi. One queer thing I noticed about a month back before that mid day screwing session I described in my earlier post , was that mom and grandpa started conversing in Telugu especially in the company of either me or grandpa.They would speak hindi and suddenly grandpa would switch to telugu which would invariably make my mom blush. Grandma. I can't have my managers living in the dumps you were in. I bought a condo building and you will be given the first options on apartments."Janice gave me a kiss on the cheek and said thank you. Everyone but Inez got out and the door closed."Aren't you getting off here Inez?" No Alex. You and I need to talk, and tonight would be the best time, so let's go to your suite." But what about Jessica?" She should already be in bed, and the sitter will stay with her until morning if she needs to."Inez.