Ase mhanun aali zaadu gheun khaali vaakali.Sachin che tar dolech baher aale. Karan aai vaaklya mule tiche balls spasta disat hote tine bra ghatla navt.... Pappa pan bagat hote. Sachin chya lakshyat aale ki pappa bhagatayet. Pan pappa fakt hasle. Sachin pan hasla. Aai muddanch jaast vaakat hoti. Ticha padar khali padala. Tine to parat na gheta tasch thevala. Sachin cha baburao aata ubha zaala hota.Papa: Kalpana aga saadi kharab hoyil tuzhi ek kaam kar tu saadi kadhunch taak.Mala ekdum shock. A couple of skinny-dipping girls floated tits-up in the sun-warmed pool. I drifted in their direction. I recognized them from parties on Haight Street. ‘Hey Carol, Linda, what’s happening?’ Carol’s chocolate head topped by a short afro turned towards me, smiled, ‘Hey Ron, nice day to get wet!’ Red-headed Linda’s freckled face and torso twisted my way, grinned, ‘Glad you made it here, big guy!’ I drifted closer. Carol splashed herself around so her legs pointed at me. She spread her arms and. Aunt Edwina stoodthere smiling as Brian opened the door for her, as she herself had doneso many times before for Mum.Aunt Edwina smiled and thanked Brian, carefully smoothing her skirt asshe slid into the car. As they drove off I found myself wondering ifDave would treat me Brian was treating Aunt Edwina when he grew up.Mum broke through my reverie by telling Philippa and me that we weregoing shopping. I took off my bikini and put on a pair of panties, abra, a half slip and a little black. “Hey, none of that shit!” I hissed vehemently.I probably overreacted, but the vision of what had happened when we’d gone to buy fireworks flashed through my head. I was still a bit traumatized over it. My sister had no fear, and it would get us into serious trouble one day.“Hey! What’s your prob?” she hissed right back, perturbed at my sudden shift in attitude.“Sorry, I didn’t mean to snap, it’s just that the whole fireworks scene burst through my brain,” I said apologetically.“Oh. Yeah, sorry..