"Here," Joan said, handing him the papers, and settling down into the chair. He was looking a lot better, she thought. "This is the work you missed; G...na gave it to me." Thanks a lot," Sam said, flipping through it. "Not too bad. Hopefully I can finish most of it tonight. I appreciate it, sis." No problem, squirt," Joan said, grinning at him. When she'd heard about his collapse she'd been really frightened for him. Though she would never have admitted it before, she had always been fond of her. He did and when they entered thestore he saw it was a wig shop.Ashley walked down the first aisle looking at each wig very closely.Three quarters down the second aisle she stopped and picked a wig offthe Styrofoam head. It was a short black one with curls and bangs.She put it on his head and stood back looking at him. She pulled itoff and continued on. In the fourth aisle she saw another which sheplaced on his head. It was just a bit longer than the other one. Whenshe stepped back to look at. He focused hisenergy, and began moving down the Being's chest, past the half-openedcocoon, moving faster and faster as he did so. Silk began shooting out ofthe pink caterpillar at an incredible rate, with the tiny soul flippingand zipping around, forcing himself underneath the half-cocooned Being,wrapping the silk as tight as possible. The pink caterpillar could feelhis energy quickly draining, and knew the ultimate sacrifice was near.Still, he pressed on, becoming a pink blur of silk, focused. Jaise jaise umar badhegi, tumhari lambaai bhi badh jaayegi. Shayad tum mujhe pasand nahi karti isliye bahaane banaa rahi ho. Tum seedhe se mujhe ‘na’ kah sakti ho, main bura nahi maanoonga, halanki mujhe dukh hoga ki tum ne mujhe napasand kiya).I could not tell him how elated I would feel to be his friend. It would be status booster to be acknowledged as his friend.“Okay then, I should leave now. Your class will start soon. Sorry, I took your time unnecessarily” (Chalo, theek hai fir. Mujhe.