My parents got divorced when I was 15 and I lived with myfather in Denver. He travels a lot for work and that's probably the biggestreason that my par...nts divorced. About a year ago, on one of his businesstrips, he met Paul's mother Helen. She was also divorced and lived in NewYork with Paul.At first I was worried about all of us moving to Dallas and living togetherunder one roof. It turned out that we're all pretty easy going and getalong well. Dad still travels a lot and Helen also travels a. I pulled out the loose leaf binder marked 78-79 and started reading.The first thing I noticed was that the very first entry, after a rambling introductory paragraph that simply made no sense to the nearly twenty-one year old me, was about Becky. Or rather, about my internal conflict over Jennifer and Becky. Had nothing changed in nearly five years? I’d have to come back to this, because my goal at the moment was to think about Birgit and Karin.I skipped around quite a bit, reading passages I. Nisha was as usual smiling at me and I was exchanging mine without fail. Kavita waved at me and shouted “Gagan, why don’t you join us?” “your partner wants you here.” “But, she is not calling me.” I replied. Nisha and Kavita exchanged glimpses and giggled. “Gagan come here, its me calling.” sounded Nisha’s voice. I could very well make out her longing for me. I swam with lightening speed to join the group. “Hi! Every body, I love you all!” I almost shouted. “Why don’t we swim to the other. Perhaps, she thought, she might contrive to slip and fall throwing her skirts up and exposing her self to them. These thoughts were exciting, but Guy had secured a carriage and he and Ralph were loading the luggage so she must hurry.The trip to the Village would take only a few hours and they should arrive by late afternoon. The road wound through wooded hills and valleys crossing streams at fords and seemed to be quite deserted. They passed no other roads or met any other travelers. Alice.