Debbie, on the other hand, saw what his blind pursuit of money had gotten him... loneliness. She didn't want that.Instead, Debbie took one of her scho...arships and went to a lovely little private school on the west coast. She majored in liberal arts. "So I could learn how to enjoy life," she explained.She did very well in college, becoming the class valedictorian. Her father was proud. So proud, in fact, that he was going to fly out to the west coast on a special trip to see her commencement. Ramu ventured to find out. He moved towards the front of the house cautiously, hiding behind the shrubs and the mango trees. He stopped when he had a good view of the front of the house. Velan was sitting on the raised platform on the covered verandah of the hut and fanning himself with a palm frond fan. “Oh…. It’s so hot…” a woman came out of the hut complaining. Ramu was surprised. It was Ponni, his good friend Muthusamy’s wife. He had been to their house many times. She was a good woman.. I just never thought she would ever let things go so far.It started just over 6 months ago. She was waiting at the door for me when I came home from work, something she hardly ever does. She was so excited that she could hardly talk, making little squeaking sounds of excitement. I had to ask her to repeat herself several times before I finally understood what she was saying. Her favorite baseball team was going to be in town this weekend to play the local team, and her favorite player Bobby. She had always been a good student, and was eager to go. The problem was money – they were strapped for cash at the moment, and really couldn't afford the full cost of tuition and residence in the dormitories, even with Heather's healthy scholarship. But, said his mother (and he saw it coming before she said it), if Heather could stay in the apartment with him, then it would be possible – they could swing the tuition. He's got plenty of room, and you know Heather, she wouldn't be a bother, she.