I waved to Bella's sister, Allison, who was sitting on the couch. Ally was a year younger than Bella, and had blonde hair. She shared her sisters blue...eyes, though."Hey Mike!" Ally said, waving back.I looked around the house. It was very clean, which was a relief. I couldn't stand living in a dirty house, so contrary to what you may think of me, I actually cleaned the house a lot."C'mon, Mike. Let's go up to my room." Bella said, signaling to go upstairs.I felt a little awkward being invited. We were given something to drink.The first person was asked to go inside. Yes, Pooja started. I waited with bated breath for my turn. Frankly speaking, I had some fear in mind. Suddenly my turn came and I was asked to go in. I entered through the red curtain into the inner hall. Inside of it was partially lit by oil lamps.There was yet another room inside.A priest was standing in the dim light. He called me near and in a hard voice asked me to remove the dhoti. I was shocked. But remembered the. I never touched needles and wouldn’t do any of the hard stuff.’ I looked up in surprise when I felt a hand take mine. Looking over I looked into Hawk’s eyes and realized the hand holding mine was his. He was still hurting but he was showing his support, showing how much even after all this time he still cared. I smiled at him slowly then picked up the thread of my story. ‘It was the middle of August. For the first day in almost 2 months, I was actually straight and sober. I had spent the day. We did New York, Barcelona, Berlin, Paris, Prague and Vienna among other great cities. Italy was next on the list and this trip would change our lives completely.I arrived first at the airport, grabbed a coffee and croissant and waited. She was always late. Always had been.At last, I thought as I saw my dear friend Samantha was coming down the escalator, carrying her oversized suitcase. The years had definitely been kind to her. At thirty-seven, she was tall and remained slim even after having.