Nancy's father also had some difficulties in grasping the complexities of English grammar and was known to revert to his native Spanish whenever his e...otions were running high. At home, Nancy was treated to a combination of barely understandable Irish brogue and Puerto Rican spoken with a heavy sprinkling of dirty words to emphasize a point to be made.Looking at Nancy head-on, it would be difficult to pinpoint where the Irish left off and the Puerto Rican began. In fact, she looked more like a. Didi boli chalo nadi kay pechay chaltay hain maybe udhar zyda pani ho to swimming karay gay or hum pani kay andar he nadi ki ulthi semat chal paray .kuch door gay to , dhaka kay aik bhohat piyare aabshaar bani ger rahe hai jes kay opper say pani ger raha hai , or aik gool tub ki tarha jehel bani hai jo kay darakhton say bahre hoe even kay roshni be kam thi … or bhohat perskoon jagha , hum logo nay udhar jaldi say swimming suru kar diHum swimming kartay kartay kafie agay ko be chalay gay or nadi. "Cherie.." I stopped, my mouth agape. She was standing there with nothing more than a pair of French knickers covering her. She looked at me, silently. She walked toward me and put her hands on my shoulders. "Sit down" she whispered, motioning to her bed. I didn't know what else to do. I thought she might listen to me if I just did what she wanted. I sat down on the bed. Cherie stood in front of me, her breasts in front of my face."Don't you like my body?" she asked, stroking my hair."We can't. But as my great friend. My brother.’ I sat forward and put my hand on his arm. ‘I realized a long time ago that I had to stop living in a fantasy. And I have gotten past it.’ I sat back again. ‘You need never have known. But thanks to Terry . . . well, now you do.’ He nodded. Then he tilted his head as if a thought occurred to him. ‘What did you mean fantasy? I still don’t get why you wouldn’t tell me.’ I sighed. ‘Marty, look at us. You’re everybody’s golden boy and I’m everybody’s best friend,.