We did "Morning Has Broken" and a few holiday songs. Nonetheless, Julia was duly impressed, and clapped heartily after each song."I can't wait to see ...he two of you up on stage," she gushed."Neither can we," Mom smiled. "It's about time."Indeed, there was an aura of hope surrounding this year's Thanksgiving. Problems were still apparent, but there was a sense that things would get much better, very soon.Of course, Julia and I would have to sleep apart at my house as well. There was a sleeper. While I had managed to find a spot, since I got there early, Andrea didn't. She was forced to park her car on the median, along the road, about half a block over. From where we sat, enjoying the sun and canine companionship, we could hear the sounds of the football game. And as luck would have it, the home team lost. (High school for me was 30+ years ago and several thousand miles away, so I didn't care about the outcome of the game.) Once the game ended, the visitors spilled out, yelling. ) cautiously. Their armor was a dull greyish green. A large chest piece, leggings, boots, armguards neck and shoulder guards a back piece and a helmet, with a red bandana under it, made up the armor. The rest was an underlying hybrid mix of ballistic rubber gel, and a light synthetic, the suit was skin tight. Mobility without the risk of giving up protection. Andrea was their medic. With pale purple hair that seemed to spike downwards when her helmet was off she had fairly short and light hair.. ”I went out reluctantly and immediately froze. The most gorgeous lady in a semi-transparent red sari, beautifully set hairstyle, wearing delicate jewelry, a nose stud, sexy 3-inch heels that could wake up a dead man was standing with a box of sweets. It was Meera! She winked at me not to speak anything.“Aunty, I just wanted to give sweets. No need of any formalities, today is my engagement. You can come for dinner at the apartment grounds at 7.”“Oh very good to hear. God bless you,” said my mom.