Uncle: Dekh Nita, mai to bhabie ko itne saal dekh raha hoon. Wo badi conservative kism ki lady hai. Now I could not resist myself from innocently reve...ling my mom's very personal secrets. I was such a fool at that age and my uncle was gulping the 'rasila' info from me. Me: Chachu ap nehi jante, wo sirf meri aur did ke bare mei conservative hai. Uncle: Nehi nehi, ye mai nehi maan sakta. Bhabie jis style se sari pehenke bahar jati hai, ghar mei jis kism ke nighty pehenti hai... I interrupted. I went to the spare bedroom and passed out. It was one o'clock before I woke up. I made some coffee and turned on my phone. Sheila had tried to call me twelve times. I listened to her messages and they were all about the same. How come I left without her and was I coming back to get her. The last call was made about noon.At two o'clock Sheila came in the front door. I didn't see who dropped her off. "Why the hell did you leave me? Why didn't you come back for me? I've tried to call you all. And David, of course. David. They shared 5th-period Civics this semester, and saw each other every day, but she was used to just ignoring him by now; today was the first time in nearly two years that she had gone out of her way to speak to him.David turned to Angela. "Do you mind?"Angela shrugged, gestured. "Go for it."Danielle was glad to see him do something smart like that: ask his actual girlfriend for permission before going off to talk to an ex. Danielle was sad to see him do it: it meant. TONY: No, really. You have to be a little OCD to be an artist IMHO.aroslav: Are we texting this interview?TONY: To the point. I'd sit down with my classmates, or with crayons at the kitchen table and draw pictures that were really pretty good. I drew a duck on a pond in kindergarten. It was complete with ripples on the pond and the reflection of the duck in the water. Technically, I guess that's the inborn talent thing. I can draw.What changed that day when I was 10 was the relationship with.