On the way to the wedding,my mother got a seat at the front while me and some of my neighborhood friends stood at the back. On the way back, Ma (mom) ...id not get a seat at front,we sat in the last row. Ma was at the corner, then me, then my two friends and then other people.Since maximum people tried to fit in to this row, there was no space between us and I was “plastered” on Ma. My mother is quite a plump lady andit was difficult for her to sit in that way. After some time Ma got up from the. Nice to see you."What the hell? I'd never seen this guy before in my life."Um, hello. How do you know my name, anyway?" Andrew, I know everyone's name." Are you a teacher at the school? Or a counselor?"He laughed. It was a full laugh, but not a mean one."Well, you could say I'm a teacher, Andrew, but I don't work at the school."He stuck out his hand."I'm Comus, Andrew. I've been waiting for you."Waiting for me? Crap, this was getting a little weird."Hi, um, I'm Andrew, but I guess you know. Are you hungry? my mom asked, turning to face Isabelle who was sitting awfully close to me in the back of the car. Not so much, I had eh breakfast a few hours ago, Isabelle said. As we started driving home, Isabelle and I briefly caught up. I started feeling a little more comfortable around her as we talked more about our lives. Even the mundane things seemed interesting to each other because of the cultural differences. It could have been hours of talking, but it only felt like seconds. Are. . and what are you doin’ starin’ at your kid sister’s bum - yuh pervert!”Paul just laughed back before giving both young girls a big hug but adding a few quick pats to Kate’s butt cheeks as he did so. Paul then reached inside his truck to grab his overnight bag and his jacket but as he did this his wallet fell out of his back pocket. It had already been somewhat dislodged by Kate’s legs when they were flailing around his waist. The momentum of the wallet hitting the ground caused it to skid.