”Bridget and Scotty rode their bicycles to Bridget’s apartment, an attic garret on High Street, where one room, with a bare wooden plank floor and...a single, north facing window fronted by the higher leaves of an enormous old oak, was devoted to painting. Under her easel was a splattered “tarp of many colors,” as Bridget referred to it. Half-painted canvasses leaned in wild profusion against the low walls below the pointed ceiling. On the easel, there was a half-finished painting of Scotty. He hadn’t arrived. She and her friends talked and laughed and finally he walked in. “Good morning everyone” he said. “And how is everyone doing today?” They all responded. He taught class. He dismissed class. And she waited for that chance to speak to him, again. Nope, he left just as quickly as the students did. She was depressed. She felt as if he was ignoring her. Was he in fact? She didn’t know and was so conscientious of it that she felt like crying right then and there. But the next class. I went out to the living room and started making calls. First was Mother. It was early, so it took several rings before she answered."What's wrong, Sam?" She knew I wouldn't be calling so early unless there was trouble."I'm in deep doo doo, Mother, and I need your help. I can't explain now, but I need to ask you a question. I need an honest answer. No punches pulled, no avoiding the issue. Can you do that?" Yes." How would you describe my relationship with Ginger?"After a very short pause she. I was in a stupor, “You poured milk from your breasts. What will my mummy say?” She came near me and said, “Do not tell anyone what you saw.” I slumped down on the floor there itself. It was unthinkable for me. I did not know anything about sex or any such thing but could feel the excitement building as my heartbeat was very high and I was experiencing breathlessness. My aunt caught me, carried me to the bedroom, and laid me on the bed. She got scared also so to soothe me she kissed me on my.