But when the bell rang, she began to walk home. Going down her normal route, she saw that her normal route was blocked off for construction. "Great," ...he said. She'd have to go through the alleyway, with all the drunks and homeless people. She was wearing her favorite black sweater, and now it was going to get ruined.She turned to her left into the alleyway, where it was cold and damp. She walked as fast as she could in her heeled shoes, but still a couple of drunkards saw her and said nasty. Who the fuck cares what I wear and if daddy approves, we are on holiday and hopefully she will contract some fucked up foreign disease and die. Yep, I am talking about mommy dearest. Mom married my much younger stepfather Ray when I was 15 years old. A real live 30 year old cowboy who made millions in oil. Ray and I hit it off immediately and because I never heard from my dad, he filled that role nicely. Ray gave me everything I asked for and predictably I became the biggest brat ever. Mom did. She scowled for a moment, until it finally occurred to her I wasn't kidding. She picked up her telephone and punched a couple of buttons. She waited a few seconds, and then said irritably, "A Mr. Porter and Mr..." She looked up inquisitively at me.I should have written it down for her, I said to myself. Or maybe it was time to order some business cards. "Abbott," I said." ... Mr. Abbott to see you," she said into the telephone. "They say they have an appointment..." She paused, listening. "Oh. Vatavarnaam chala challaga vundhi. Chalani Gaali, Chethulo beer tin pakkana chicken, chevilo ipod, okka range lo vundhi akkada vatha varnaam. Appude vasthundhi rani college nunchi , thanu naatho baane matladutundhi. Nenu thanu ravatam chusi beer tin pakkana pettanu. Nenu tshirt and short vesukunnanu appudu. Ela jarigindhi college adhi idhi ani naduchu kuntu ala chettu pakkaku vellamu. Ma polalu koncham lopalaki vuntaye. Nenu emi ayna taguthava ante emi vadhu andhi. Na adrusthaam kodhi akkada.