"Charles was already pale and sweaty. That turned him positively stricken. Thursday, I planned to give him a lot of time alone with his thoughts, with...just occasional punctuation. I grinned as we pushed out of the building and ran to the corner. Then we both burst out laughing. I, at least, laughed til it hurt.We had stopped almost in front of my Volvo. I pulled out my keys and unlocked the doors. Sean got in. George must be busy elsewhere, which was something to think about. George reeked of. Par main anjaan bani rahi aur boli: Fir kya karoge?Is baar woh meri gand ki daraar mein apne tanne lund ko dhakelte hua bola: Chodunga! Firse chodunga tumhe aise khade rakh ke.Main: Mmmm, firse?Tushaar: Haan Shobha, firse, tumhe poore ghar ki jhaadu lagwate hue har jagah chalwate hue chodunga.Main: Mmm, tum gande ho par kitne romantic bhi ho.Tushaar dhake lagata hua bola: Ye tareeka pasand aaya?Main: Hmmm, bohut.Tushaar: Aur bolo, aur kya kaam karte ho?Main: Jhaadu lagane ke baad ghar ka pocha. I think that he had the jury wondering what the university was covering up, but not enough to give her what she wanted.”“I’m just glad it’s over,” I said.“Everyone is,” Mr. Blane confirmed.When I hung up, I went back to work for a bit, until our Board members arrived for our meeting. We spent about two hours going over everything and got formal approval to hire someone because we’d been awarded the contract with Purina Mills. It was good to see my dad, even if only for a short time, before he. Lets go back inside and find out what she really meant. Together," I kissed a tear from her cheek.What a difference a day makes! Dinner at our house the next night included The Carson, McKesson and Parkin families. The chaos had been banished and the jovial camaraderie restored. Mom had gone all out with a classic Greek combination for dinner, Piroski, Salati Therini, Kotopoulo Lemonato and loukoumathes for dessert.Okay, I didn't know what those words meant either, but according to Mom, we had.