”“Why?”“Well, you seem scared about something. Sam, if I can help, I will.”“Is this the good cop, bad cop routine?”“No, and that’s a...load of crap, anyway. A good smack with a truncheon works much better.”Sam’s eyes widened.“I’m joking. I’m concerned, especially after finding you dressed—”“OK, enough, you don’t have to say it so loudly.”“When did you start?”“What the fuck do you want to know for?”“Like I said, I—”“Am worried about me. I heard you, but I won’t talk about this in here. If you want. Vo sir total 70 bacche fail hoon sir kaaafi low awaaaz mainR- kya 70 bacche fail hoon aaap zarur apna kaam nahe kar rahe dhang se mujhe yeh managment ko batana padhega abh 12th ke boards aaa rahe hoon vo kya result laenge school ki reputation ka kya hogaS- sorry sir but mere koi galti nahe sir yeh bacche padhte he naheR- problem yeh nahe problem yeh hoon ke aaaapko padhana nahe aaata mujhe managment se baaat karne do aur aaap apna saman pack karna shuru karo hame aise teachers nahe chahiye jo. I walk out into the garden and get the chairs out to lay down on them and i see mom sorting some drinks out, its not summer weather at all but warm enough to be outside mom comes out with the drinks and she lays down on the chair "This is nice, not to warm though, may put the heaters on for the pool if you wanted to go for a dip?" Yeah mom okay sounds good"We jump into the pool and its nice and warm, mom swims by me and we talk for a while, she said that things will have to change when D*d is. There came a point when none of us could eat more, and Helen suggested we move into the lounge and have something alcoholic to drink.Once settled with a drink, Philippa started the present-giving. Tearing open the parcel, Helen found a silk square – jade green with a discreet pattern in gold; Sam's was a CD of piano music, including the Grieg piano concerto. Philippa was thanked with a hug, and Sam with a kiss on the cheek. When it got to me, I was still uncertain, but really had no choice but.