Vo ghar pe sadi pehante hai vo mera bhoat khayal rakhte the.Mera bai ko sharab pene ki aadat the us ki pati ki death k baad se.Vo roj sham ko sharab p...te thi.Mai meera bai k hall mai baith k padhai kar raha tha.Aur meera bai aapna ghar k kam mai busy thi.Sham k 8 baj gaye mai thoda relax hone k leya tv on keya tho dvd plyer bhi chalne laga.Tho us mai blue film chal rahe thi.Mai dar gaya aur turant tv off kar k sofe pe baitha raha.Ghar ka kam khatam kar k meera bai mere pas aa k baithe aur mere. Eli decided that pointwas where he'd start. "I'm trying to say that I did have the right toknow about Mallory, but I did not have the right to know about everyoneelse."Kara raised an eyebrow. "So you're more concerned about the fact thatshe's in danger than the fact that she kept a secret from you?" What? Of course. Why would I- wait, does Mallory think I'm mad she kepta secret from me?"Kara blushed. "She did seem to give me that impression from ourconversation, though maybe I misinterpreted. And were nothing special to me. Kinda cute! I also had an older brother, but this isn’t about any of them.The first time I met a girl whom I thought was pretty, it was the initial night that I went to Cotillion. Yeah, that’s where I got the idea for writing about ‘Charles, Claire & Kalista.’It was 1964, and I was eight years old. The Cotillion was happening in the Knights of Columbus’s hall in our town on Tuesday nights. Two weeks after school was over - I was expected to put on my Sunday best;. Glade tried to see what was happening, but Demure didn’t want to be delayed for even a moment. ‘If we launch out to sea on the rafts we’ll be safe,’ she said, tugging Glade’s arm. ‘And if you want to see what’s going on we can do so from a safe distance.’ As they approached the inlet, Glade could hear another extraordinary gasping noise amongst the animal snorts and cries of the night. As she suspected, they were passing another person who’d fled the village but the young girl was hardly aware.