“We’ve been expecting you,” they said in unison. They brought out glasses for all of them and made her feel welcome and at home. They exchanged...more courtesies as they tasted wine. The Zwilling brothers had come from Denmark, selling the fishing boats they’d inherited from their father to make a go of things on their own in the States. They had met a wine importer who thought things were really heating up in Colorado and had opened a wine shop in LoDo. Heather in turn told them her own story,. A girl who had notbeen born that way.He says in the email that he didn't want to bother or upset me, but hehad read my story, that I had kept a diary in a book that had previouslybelonged to a passenger named Katie.As I said, my story's out there. Any kook could probably put two and twotogether and concoct this email. There's one detail that worries methough, makes me think this is genuine. I swear up and down that Ihaven't told a single soul, barring you, sweet journal, of my suspicionsthat. Fir maine himmat krke pucha ki ek ldke ko mai aap k ghr aate jaate dekhta hu kon hai vo ,vo thodi hyper ho gyi aur boli konsa ldka tmne kb dekha koi ni hai vo maine bola acha rehne do mt batao fir vo shaant hokr baitha gyi maine pucha toh usne bola mera husband bohot alag tha mjhse hmari koi baat match ni krti thi aur usko mujhmein intrst he ni tha jb mjhe pta chla ki vo bahr ki ldkiyon se milta aur fr vo shaant hui maine bola aunty mai smjh skta hu aapki feelings aapke sth jo hua thk ni hua. “Main Kavitha! Yaha bhoot dhundne aayi hoon.” I said as I walked towards her. She started to laugh listening to what I said.“Yahaan thaare ko bhoot-whoot naa mil payega.” she said smiling at me as I came face to face with her.“Iss jaga ke baare mein padha hai maine. Log kehte hain ke yahaan bhoot hai. Main yahaan raat ko ruk kar dekhne waali hoon.” I explained to her as I reached her home and she came outside.“Aaja andar. Ruk jaa yahi pe. Par main bolu.. Thaare ko koi laabh nahi hai yahaan ruk.