I knew my chances was slipping and I wanted to try, but I just couldn’t bring myself to tell them so I ended up just sitting there. She came back in...and asked if I’d help her put some washing away, of course I said yes. We went up to her room and began folding clothes and still drinking. I just picked up the last shirt when she came up with another awkward question. “Is your sister a lesbian”. I told her “no, she is pregnant now”.She smiled and then said “you know I’ve had sex with your sister”. When Ramya walked out of the bedroom I was speechless. She was wearing a snug red knit dress that hugged her body, showing off her large bust and slender waist. She had on skyscraper spiked heels that boosted her 5′ 6″ up to match my Being the wife of my boss I did not take the risk of spoiling the relationship with her or my boss. That day we went out and had spoke about everything under the sun. We roamed all the famous and secret places in Hyderabad. It seemed that she is happy to be with me. By the time that school started, we felt that we had integrated ourselves back into late 20th century culture. People made comments about our sudden maturity, but nobody had openly accused us of acting effeminate, and we slowly became more comfortable in our environs.One Saturday morning, a couple of weeks after school had begun, I walked alone down to the city library. Using the microfilm reader, I read though the old newspaper accounts of the Westervelt family. It was like a wonderful walk. We had been "celebrating" if you can call it that, my twentieth wedding anniversary. On every previous anniversary I had celebrated with my wife at that restaurant. We went there on our first date. This year I dreaded the approach of the anniversary, because my wife had recently died.When my daughter learned what was troubling me, she suggested going to the restaurant with me. That was thoughtful of her. I tried to be cheerful.Unfortunately, as soon as we got to the restaurant I was flooded.