"What is it sweetheart?"She placed a card in a sealed envelope on the table. The number 74 was written in one corner. "Mom told me to give this to you..."I smiled to myself. Before she died, McKayla had given Maureen a giant binder full of CDs and letters. She had also made arrangements for a birthday card to be delivered by hand to our daughter each year until her death. The binder came with a specific list of life events with instructions on when to play the message she had left on the disc.. Spike massaged up and down her long back, working the oil into her skin, which was now glistening and smelling sweetly of coconut. He had his thumbs facing together over her spine with fingers splayed out wide; they curled around her narrow waist but on each upward stroke he pulled them in, not quite daring to touch the sides of her breasts."Oooooh babe," she moaned. "You have magic hands. There are still some dry patches. Make sure you get everywhere."Spike put more oil on his hands and shaped. Sonali amader majhkhane danriye chilo, Mr. Sen samner dike aar ami pechon dike. Mr. Sen hath ta bariye Sonalir galaye hath rakhlen aar tar gowner komor badhuni ta khule dilen. Tar por uni Sonalir mayee duto hathe niye aste aste tipte laglen aar Sonali “ahhhhhhhh ahhhhhhh” kore uthlo. Kichu someyer modheye Sonalir mayee duto phule uthlo aar bonta duto sakhto hoye gelo. Mr. Sen ishara kore Sonali ke onar shirt ta khulte bollen aar Sonali onar shirt ta khule dilo. Ami Sonalir gown ta ke pechon. My first choice was the old radio studio of course. As I remembered the first floor, it was all one big open room. All of the electronics from the sixties and earlier were gone, of course. That was fine with me, I would never have known what to do with them.Kate let me look all around before she sprang it on me. "The Hart kids want to talk again about selling those houses." What the fuck does one have to do with the other?" I asked."I don't know how you are fixed for capitol or what you would.