It was Friday and I had something I needed to do before Ana came into my office. I stood up from my desk and walked around to the front. "Okay, since...you all turned in term papers today, I'm going to let you go a few minutes early," I said. "I will see you all on Monday." The students quickly grabbed their bags and books and were headed out the door. I nodded to a few of my student and then quickly followed suit. I went out the door to the right of my classroom and entered the small waiting. But he handed us the key and asked to get it by ourselves. God was helping me now. I got some more time now.We headed towards the lift and hit the 6th-floor button. I started talking to her again. “Please batao kya hua to, mujhe bilkul accha nahi lag raha hai.” (Please tell me what happened? I am not feeling good now) I requested. But she didn’t reply. Now we crossed the 1st floor“Kuch to bolo yarr, bhabhi.” (Please say something.) I requested again, and no reply. Now we crossed the 2nd floor. “Go fetch your bowl, buddy, good boy.” Buddy was back inside of five minutes with an actual dog-food bowl, a dish designed for dogs to eat and drink from. Buddy was a really good dog. He drank noisily and steadily for awhile.After asking Buddy to find the nuts, and having to listen to an obnoxious and over obvious slobbering slurping noise for a little while, Buddy quit clowning around and led them to the bulk food section where he could sample each dispenser and not even have to taste each one. I'd already signed up for classes at the community college, so at least that was done. But my feeling of abandonment continued to rule my time. Finally, some of my friends demanded that I go to a senior party that was a rite of passage in our small community.I was hesitant because I didn't want to run into Debbie. When I told them as much, they assured me that she wouldn't be there. The news of her leaving me cold like she did spread across town, and she quickly became a pariah. With that.