Riffling through them fanned the scent of his Cambridge tobacco from every page. I had so many memories of my father’s half-shadowed figure sitting ...n the back deck at night, pipe stem curled at the corner of his mouth, squinting through smoke as he read, a glass of wine beside him.When I was finished the boxes of books formed a fortress wall of giant cardboard bricks on one side of the room. I’d left behind a few volumes for myself, although I had no idea how I’d keep them with me after I sold. "Wait a minute. Fuck that car of yours. I will wager this building against your wife. I don't want your fucking cheap ass car."Joe looked up at the big black bartender. He looked around the room. "Show me your ride first." He said.The crowd of about twenty walked out of the bar and into the parking lot. The parking lot was dimly lit, but there was no mistaking the "Toyota." I lied about the Toyota," the bartender said. "The nameplate on the tank says "Toyota," but it's really a Yamaha. It's a. Old people at caf?s. Teenagers with theirsundresses, pants, tops and jeans. The weather out there had to so warmand cheery. Just what me, as Kimberly Goldman should be.If I hadn't this terrible side effects.They came once every several minutes. Jolts of pain in one or two spotsof my body. The worst when it hit my face. The cuteness of KimberlyGoldman whose face, voice and identity I borrowed for I don't know howlong.From time to time my skin pores felt like exploding. I had developedextreme. But he could do nothing , they were not given bail.In the evening the police office came to our house to investigate.His name was Kapoor.He came with two male constable , no female police person had come. He said that he has a search warrant and will search our house. He sent the two constable to search the house and himself sat on the sofa. We had sent my step sister to her mama with our driver so that we can get some help and a guardian can come.It was only me , chachi and my step mom at.