They were much more of the “free love” and d**g culture than not only our neighborhood was, but the whole town. To me, that just meant they wore d...fferent clothes (lots of tie-dye and bib-overalls) and said the words in front of anyone that most of us did not say in front of anyone!Being the youngest that summer, I wound up getting stuck by myself during the day while most of the others in the neighborhood went to summer jobs or camps or the swimming pool. So I roamed the neighborhood… alone.. .. I could not think.I spent my time traveling very slowly and trying to think clearly. I stopped off a couple of times to breathe some fresh air or to get a cup of coffee.I arrived home at around six o'clock in the evening. I dropped my bag at the front door and went looking for Andrea. Andrea was not there.I realized that I had not eaten anything that day. So thinking Andrea would not be home early; I decided to go eat at a café not far from us.I returned at about half past nine and there. Not having anything else to do, I switched on the TV and slumped on the couch to watch the live telecast of a boring test match between Sri Lanka and West Indies. Within a few minutes I was sound asleep on the couch. The shrill sound of the phone ringing startled me awake. It took me a few minutes to realize what the source of the sound was.I had been dreaming of some building on fire, and me running helter skelter, the clanging of the fire engines ringing in my ears. Groggily I picked up the. Back to the story, I saw her and her husband moving into the apartment and I helped them with moving the things inside the apartment. They both liked me very much and said thanks. They also told me that they are going to have a function the very next day in their apartment and invited me for that event. I told them that I will attend it for sure.The next day I attended their function and helped them very much especially aunty in the kitchen. During helping her in the kitchen I had a very good.