Who sees more then the average person , the dimensions that life has to offer. The stories hidden inside paintings, the shades it casts upon every sou..., and the shadows that dance there. I wonder how she became so weak. I imagine, like those before her, pure tiredness. She gave up a little, not all at once, a little here, a little there. It became easier to not argue, to not put up a fight. Because when she did, it only brought on more heartache to herself. The child, the woman, she, her… all. Paarkave sema sexiyaaga irunthathu, aunty mulai jakitil irunthu veliyil vanthathu.Aunty mulai kaambu miga sexiyaaga neendu karupaaga irunthathu. Aunty mulai veliyil vanthathum athai vaaiyil vaithu sappa aarambithan. Iru mulaiyaiyum pidithu pisainthu konde kaambai sappi uriya aarambithaan, aunty mulaiyai azhuthum pozhuthu perithaaga irunthathu.Enaku aunty mulaiyai parkum pozhuthu athil vaai vaithu sappa aasaiyaaga irunthathu, pinbu aunty antha aan sunniyil kai vaithu thadava aarambithaal.. Carol, an agent that was getting ready for clients coming later and Tom. Tom knew Suzie's schedule and had even told her that he would be in that morning to catch up on work. Knowing this, Suzie dressed up pretty sexy this early Sunday morning. Wearing a black tight skirt, a somewhat shear off-white blouse with a black bra and knee high black books with 2" heals. After saying the "good mornings" to Carol and Tom, Suzie let them know she was going to get the coffee going and made her way back. Connie knew that. So far, she had rationalized her decisions on the basis of how much easier it would make being home at Thanksgiving. This was different. Simon broke into her thoughts. ‘You know, this just popped into my head, but—what will the sleeping arrangements be when we visit your parents?’ He was curious to know if they’d have separate rooms or not. That might affect his plans. ‘Oh, I guess . . . I guess we’ll be in the same room.’ Connie considered the question. ‘Emily and her husband.