“Am I really that predictable?”“Yes. And what is more Joey thinks so too. He brought a change with him when he came over. He told me you were go...ng out prowling and that his dad said they probably would not be home until late tomorrow night. He told Joey to not tell you he had three cases of beer extra in the back of his camper.”“Blabbermouth, you’re telling me. Isn’t that breaking a confidence?”“Not a bit, Joey told me, he did not tell you and I didn’t promise anyone anything.” She laughed and. Those who have not read it, please read the first and second parts first.Now, continuing the story where we left it. Pratik sat in his room half nude wondering what he should do when sleep took over him. Pratik woke up half an hour later and was feeling hungry. He was unaware that he was still undressed, and he headed straight for the kitchen. His sister Himani was kneading the dough to prepare roti in the kitchen.A sleepy Pratik went ahead to get some water. Himani noticed him and said. Anyway, my college, is expensive. My family, not so rich. My parents of course wanted the best for me, even though that meant sending me out of the country to an expensive school. The exchange rate helped for a while until it started dropping. I worked a few small, meaningless jobs to try and help out, but my classes were kicking my butt too. It was a cold October day when I came back to my dorm room crying, having failed my first college test ever. It was in Professor Lambeau's class.. Fully dressed Carol again made her way downstairs and was back in a few minutes with a cup of coffee and the morning paper.She leaned down kissed me and said, “I’m off Babe, I’ve got an eight o clock appointment with a Mr. Sanders. He’s looking at a house in the foothills. 5500 square feet and two stories, the owners are asking for 4.5 million and I’m gonna hustle my buns for that one.”“Good luck, Honey I’m confident you’ll close. Who could resist a babe like you anyway?”“Thanks, Sweets I love.