So it was bhaidooj, my mausi was going to the USA after 2 days, so we were at my nani house with all my family from my mother’s side. There was a lo... of noise, so when I came into the room, I saw my mausi, she was looking bloody hot, she had a hot salwaar on her, she had put a red lipstick on her hot lips, and was looking like a bomb, so like in Indian custom, I went and greeted everybody, and touched their feet( thora sa sanskari sa hu aise mamlo meh :p), so when I went to greet my mausi she. Marcia said nothing, too stunned, too respectful of Walt's grief, as hestepped forward and knelt in the damp grass before the memorial, layingthe tulips on the stone, and silently prayed. Today, Marcia noted, wasthe anniversary of the girl's death."My daughter," Walt said, when he'd finished. "She wasn't even sixteen.She committed suicide." Oh god Walt. I'm so sorry." You never asked me what brought me to Hope Crossing. This is whatbrought me back. I know what it is to lose someone. I wasn't. Majestically rising, this arboreal colossus stands apart. Providing solidity out of sheer size to its own peninsula where the latter protrudes on to a modest lake, situated just towards valley center, as we draw ever near.Weaving downwards unimpeded through the spreading branches.Our chosen path passes in transit and curious glance, a collection of pale ropes.Each, in turn meticulously woven to lengths sufficient to girdle the base here of so massive a tree.Noting also at this point in our. A crowd quickly collected and a man came running up. I was about to shoot him when I saw his badge; Blister was large enough to have a town marshal."What's going on here?" he demanded.I answered, "This galoot tried to pick a fight with me and I shot him. You can see his gun in his hand. The other man was shot by my wife when he tried to shoot me in the back." Shit, I can see that ya're right 'bout what happened. It was clearly self defense. Say, what's that cannon ya're holdin?" I'm a gunsmith.