Me, I went home put the bottle in a drawer on my workbench and promptly forgot about it. Over the years he never mentioned it and I never once thought...about it again. After Glen was fired he bounced around for a couple of years and finally died from one of his mixes. I never even got to the funeral, didn't even know till a coworker mentioned it. Still it didn't cause me to remember the bottle.When my wife passed on I never really got interested in another woman, Oh I had a few dates but none. We were an item throughout the second year. Just after Easter wediscussed living together during our final year and about getting marriedafter graduation. We both wanted to formalise our decision by gettingengaged. We both had traditional but modern views on marriage.One Sunday afternoon during a wonderful walk in the countryside we weresitting on a fallen tree trunk admiring the view when Andy took my hand."Veronica," he said, "I love you very much and want to spend the rest ofour lives. Uska seat side upper tha aur uska baccha tabhi meri seat pai baith gaya side mai .. Aunty seat ke nicche jukb ke saman set kar rhi thi tabhi unke sadi ka pallo side mai khisak gaya aur unke boobs saaf dikh rhe the aur black colour ki bra bhi aur meri nazar whi tik gyi tabhi aunty ne mujhe denh liya aur mai turant uthne ke bahane toilet chala gaya aur jake mutth mari. Jab mai vapid aya to mai aunty se nazar ni mila paa raha tha aur dekha ki aunty ne apne bacche ko upper seat pai sula diya aur. “Close your eyes.” She asked. “Tell me more.”He told her about growing up. Of being proud when he got to carry papa’s axe for the first time, as they ventured for a day to find the perfect pine tree. He told her of mountains of different gifts, the years melding together in memory. He told her of skiing with a girl from another dacha downhill. Winter after winter, children turning into teenagers. He told her of frustration, as he waited longer and longer at the bottom of the slopes so she could.