Oder kajer masi dorja khule amake drawing room-e bosalo. Bela 10 ta baje, mou tokhono ghumachhe. Masi mou ke dakte gelo, kintu sara pelo na. Masi agee...onekbar amake barite aste dekheche, tai o amake mou er ghore giye oke deke tulte bollo. Ami mou er ghore giye dekhi o pechon phire suye achhe, ga theke kombol sore giyeche, ar nighty hatur opor tola. Ami khanik or dike takiye roilam, tarpor amar rumal pakiye or kane sursuri dilam. Mou matha jhakiye dhormor kore uthe boslo, thik tokhon masi du cup. Thirty minutes later, Kyle appeared at the bottom of the stairs and headed directly into the dining room. Miss Lottie had anticipated his arrival and had an enormous roast beef sandwich waiting for him, along with a tall glass of ice and soda.When Emma appeared, he stopped eating and looked at her with as gruff and serious an expression as he could muster. "You know, Little One, that I now owe you, and I always repay my debts. Maybe not right away, but I will get them repaid, so — watch out!". Walking towards the back of the car he saw the classic pony and Mustang emblem blazed on the fuel door.Giving the classic beauty one last glance he headed through the grape laden archway that led to the front door of the house. Nikolai and his mother had been having lunch every Monday for the past twenty-two years and he was a little surprised that she would invite someone to their luncheon. Walking through the front door, he headed for the backyard where he knew she liked to relax in the. Everyone in my hometown treated me different. Sure, they all respected John but me they no longer acknowledged me. Girls hated me because I was with John. Instead of attention from them all I got was snubbed, not all of them but most treated me with deliberate coldness or even contempt. I was even a fucking bitch to some of them and I did not even know them. The men my age in my town treated me as if I had the plague or had some type of sickness. Most would no longer even look at me or talk to.