Mujhe ab rinku per bohot pyar aane laga tha.Ek din lunch time me jab m rinku se bat kar rhi thi to usne kaha ki kal park me milte hai, or mujhe school...bunk karne ko bolne laga, mene kabhi school bunk nhi kiya tha or akele park me milne me mujhe darr bhi lag raha tha to is liye mene uske mana kar diya usne kafi manane ki kosis ki per mujhe dar lag raha tha is liye m nahi mani, lunch time ke baad meri friend ne mujhe btaya ki wo or uska bf bhi kal bunk kar rahe hai, m bhi rinku ke sath chalu,. ‘He looks so good!’ She shrieked. A chorus of moans. A chorus of giggles. Adam raised his right hand again preparing to knock once more when he heard the door open. The same girl who opened and spoke took his hand and dragged him into the chamber. The room, the rooms, were filled with tangible smells. Fresh cut flowers, Iris’s. The perfumes of a dozen women. The smell of freshly made and tailored bridesmaid’s gowns. The unmistakable smell of a vintage dress preserved. Silver jewelry draped off. There was the shame of food stamps of course andbeing one of the kids who qualified for free lunches. There were times mymom couldn't pay the gas bill on time and we had to heat the apartmentwith the stove. Us kids were hungry a lot.My mother might not have been a great parent, but she tried as least. Shewas always gone, working two jobs during the week. And would be a merchantat the rendezvous on the weekend. These were basically ren fairs, but witha colonial America theme. She'd pack up here. She did the same on Sunday. The weather was amazing all weekend.Today is Bank Holiday Monday. We wake in each others arms and she tells me of a dream that she’s had. Apparently I’d had sold the house, without involving her, and bought a new one which was totally unsuitable and in such a state of disrepair that had to be condemned. I tell her. ‘That’s your subconscious. It’s trying to deal with the fear you have that I just set off on things without thinking the consequences through.