" "Perhaps," Dempsy said as several things rolled about in his mind. "I believe I have an idea. If it works then I believe all will be forgiven." Here...Dempsy looked up at Derrick. "On all sides of this situation." Derrick nodded trying to figure out just what the man was up to. Shaking his head it was getting harder to read the man lately. Hell the thing is Derrick knew the man far more than most. had all of this really changed the man that much? He wasn't about to want to lose as good a friend. “Hmmm, I was just hanging around. I thought I’d come and see who left Youtube on, instead I find you.” His eyes seemed to mock me, along with his smile, but nevertheless he held my gaze. I could feel the hairs on my neck standing up. Eventually I forced myself to turn away and finished adding the bit of detail to my work…But I could still feel his eyes on me. The next song had started to play, Paramore-Misery Business, I began singing along and bobbing my head to the beat as usual.“It looks. Aur boli tum apni behan ko kush dekna chahata haina, mene kaha han mummy, mummy ne boli to jaldi se fresh hoja, aur jaldise kana kakar aaj jaldi sone jana hai. To maine kaha abi to 7pm hi bajne aya hai mummy boli bus meri baat sun, fir me kab chup nahane chale geya. Jab me nahakar towel me bahar aya tab behan nahane chali geyi me soch raha ta didi bi aaj dubhara nahane ja rehi hai, tab tak meri mummy ne muje kitchen me bula liya fir mere karib aakar muje bolne lagi aaj tuje bohat jaruri kam. I tried so hard to forget my unhappy encounter with his estranged wife in favor of bigger and better things. My self-denial paid off when I eventually landed assignments to write, photograph, and blog about fun stuff for possible syndication. At the downtown office, my boss, Nicola Campbell, came over to my office to talk to me. A statuesque blonde with sky blue eyes, athletic build, and a great tan, she knows what it takes to gain notoriety in journalism. Thanks to her, I have a weekly online.