" started Amit but he could not finish the statement."Looks like a curvy mature Indian female, perhaps?" smiled Rekha, still over her shoulder.It took...Amit a moment to realise that his mother was quoting the exact wording of the first part of the advertisement. "Um, yes," was all that he could respond as he tried to decide if it was a coincidence or if his mother had placed the advert."I got your letter," Rekha said softly, now turned to face her son."Wwwhat letter?" stammered Amit."The one. "Perhaps we could have her stay in our house and put Jack andAngie in the other house so they will have privacy." You know we will have to feed them for some period of time, don't you, Mark?" Yeah but they can bring a list when they walk over for lunch. Make sure both Angie and Heather have some warm clothes, boots, and some kind of overcoat. I will see to Jack." She grinned at me fiendishly. I went to instruct Jack.He, of course, wanted to know why. I told him that we walk to places that are. They pass it on to their kids and their kids will pass it on to their kids. It is sort of cute, don't you think?"I smiled and let her get back to her hosting duties.I had a lot of time to think on the drive back to Reading. Darcy and I had been married twenty years. I met her in college and we seemed to click. A few years later I started work with Paitone and have been with them almost nineteen years. We have two eighteen years old twin sons, Ron and Rob, who start Penn State in the fall and a. The stereotype bad boy. I grew up hard, an abused child who only survived because the state had mercy on me and pulled me away from the animal that fathered me and put in a good foster home. Very loving environment, great people. Still call them mom, dad and sis today. But they couldn’t save me from me. Hardcore rage issues and a mean streak a mile wide. I was an animal in my teens and early twenties always looking for the next fight, eventually found one that landed me on a year-long.