To check out a guy running at a dead sprint," exasperated words coming between her heavy breathing."I'm sorry. How about we try this again? Hi, I'm Mi...es, nice to meet you," extending his hand with a smile."I'm Brittany. Nice to meet you," She looked up, hand out, with obvious embarrassment on her face and still bent over catching her breath. Miles gave her a moment to catch her breath before asking her if she wanted to join him on his run. They continued their run, taking an extra lap around. She lived two houses down from me, or up from me, depending on who was doing the walking. It was called Maple Avenue, for obvious reasons, most beautiful at the four or five days of foliage time. Both of our houses were old monsters, five steps up to a wide front porch, complete with rockers, wood frame, needing paint jobs, two stories plus an attic, back stairs for the hired help, rickety old boilers for the hot water heat.Each of our fathers was able to afford a better and more modern home,. Me: abhi lagaya to tha apke gaal pe gulaal bs ho gaya or kya.Aunty: tujhe kha ata h khelna phir holi, abhi ajaenge uncle khel lio unhi k sath.Mujhe esa lga jaise meri mardangi pe kisi ne sawal utha diya ho……Me: aunty ata to mujhe both h khelna bs apke sath nhi khel skta na.Aunty: q,esa kya krta h tu,ya drta h???Me age badha or ek dm dark color hath me leke uske shoulder pe lagaya or mooh pe bhi lga diya.Aunty: (hste hue) isi ki bat kr rha tha, tujhe sach me nhi ata khelna.Aunty ne wahi color. “Eventually, this path should lead somewhere,” she mused out loud. “After all, it is a very nice trail. Oh, and here is a bridge and it’s quite charming!” she exclaimed, somewhat surprised, for indeed, she had come to a small stone bridge that crossed a particularly deep stretch of water, and it was, indeed, quite charming as small animals were carved into the stone posts and there was a small metal plaque upon the small gate that blocked her way. Fortunately it didn’t seem to be locked..