.as for myself, I had just turned 53. I considered myself to be young. My wife was more to me, than just being a wife...she was my friend, my fiance..., my lover...the mother of our only child. Our time together had been precious. Less than a month ago, she was buried in her final resting place; I was still very bitter. In my head, I screamed at the unfairness of it all...that such a beautiful person should be taken from me. I turned to face the wall...my back was facing the empty space in. " I just hope you know what you're doing. What about your parents?" I'll write them soon. They already know I'm spending the Summer."The car pulled in next to the wagon where Kristy had spent most of the night before. They noticed a red headed woman neither of them had seen before leave the wagon carrying some belongings. She looked back at them and for a moment, her icy stare sending a chill up Kristy's back. The woman disappeared into one of the other wagons slamming the door in obvious. Mera jesam asa lagta tha ky phat jaey ga.Suddenly her mobil rings while she sitting in the flash.she stand up for picking her mobile.Baji:ya uzma,how r u? Is waqat my naha rahee hon with naughty smile.abe nahee howa tum ny jo kaha tha.muja dar lagta hy koi dyk na ly. Aur coch ho na jay.anyhow my kal try karon karny ki karon,promise!acha ab apna mood thik karoo na,u know u r my best & very personal friend ho,plz..plzz.agar tum kal aa jao tum hum doon easly kar sak ty hen.my sub intazam kar lon. It pissed me off for no reason I could fathom and it made me loath an otherwise decent place to work and co-workers. I sat in my apartment after work, drank a lot of beer, watched my collection of noir flicks, and day dreamed about a different time and place. Miss Mittens was my only companion for the first ten weeks Abby was in New York. Even she thought I was pretty terrible company. I have no idea if anything would have been different if Abby had left under different circumstances, if we’d.