"Melissa waddled over and put herself under my arm. "I'm sorry Uncle Walt, I know you miss her and I do too. She was like a second mom to me; I really...wish she were here to help now. You have been great, but I need a woman to talk to about this damn pregnancy. There are a lot of times that I wish I hadn't decided to go to term."Amy went to Melissa and Mika came over to me. "How would you like some substitute grandma's honey? After that statement of his there is no way we are going to let your. She seemed to be constantly chattering, although she didn’t seem to have much to say.Sharilla had just reached sixteen and was also quite a pretty girl. That, in combination with an amiable disposition, meant she was deemed a considerable catch in the marriage stakes. However she had so far spurned all suitors and that was causing one or two busybodies to speculate about her.Phyllendra was a plain girl and quite dour and taciturn but, on the rare occasions she did speak, I found her points to. Fire trucks, ambulances, and police cars converged on the burning home. I had a chance to think about had happened. The servants had probably died. They were innocent and their deaths weighted on me. Again, my justification that the pack came first helped but not as well as when the deaths were of bad people.There was a possibility that other innocents had been killed or injured. All I could do was hide within the entity that was the pack.The three of us drove to the farm and stopped at our. I ignored her. The bus was too crowded for anyone to notice an 18-year-old boy fondling his own mother in a corner of the rickety bus.It was dusk when the bus finally stopped at our ancestral village, and mom’s saree was astray, thanks to the crowded bus and my own antics. “Idiot” she muttered under her breath, looking at me. I smiled sheepishly at her, and she smiled back as if her anger had melted away. “Look what you’ve done,” she said, trying to adjust her saree in the small bus stop by the.