” I said say what is it while washing the utensils. With hesitation, he said that I have a close friend called Vimal. I said ok what about it. He co...tinued, “He wants to try your milk too just for once. Can you please give him?”On hearing this I got furious and started shouting harshly and very loudly, luckily my hubby didn’t hear me shouting. He then suddenly caught my legs and started weeping, “Please bhabhi, just once he is my best friend and I have promised him.”“I can’t do anything for. May I get you something to drink?”I surveyed the collection of bottles behind the bar. I spotted an old familiar friend. “Yes, please. Johnnie Walker black on ice. Water on the side. No ice.”“My pleasure, Mister…?” she drew out the mister as an invitation to me to tell her my last name as she walked around the bar to pour me my drink. I thought to myself that this young woman was very skilled in her work. A little surprising to find this little artist in a small place like Pohnpei, but then,. Finally, she had calmed down enough to speak. She pulled her face out of my shoulder, and I saw her in full make-up. I suppose it was waterproof, because only her eyeliner had run at all, and only very slightly. I realized again, she looked stunning. Her soft, blue eyes, shiny with tears, looked into mine, and her bright pink lips managed a slight smile. I stretched myself across my bed to the tissues, whish she was having trouble reaching. Since I have a whole foot on her height, it was easy. ..not again... not again.He giggled! He crawled around the living room, pacifier in his mouth,wearing super thick diapers... and a pink ballet costume. There was aparty of some type going on, but he was a baby, he had no reason to knowwhat the party was for. He simply knew that there were lots of peoplethere to pay attention to him... or to give him a bottle... or to play withhim... and very often, to laugh at him. Or was that to laugh with him,because mostly, whenever anyone laughed at.