"Good morning. How are you doing, Sara?" Pretty good." I didn't see Chris at dinner last night. What happened?" He called before we ate. Mrs. Simpson ...nvited him for dinner and he didn't want to disappoint her." Did you invite him over to Jill's?" Jill's?" Aren't you coming over with us?" I don't know what you're talking about." We have a pool party and barbecue every Sunday at Jill's house. I assume everyone else is coming. Why don't you ask Chris to go with you?" I feel weird. How do I know. The kettle whistled. I sighed and pulled it off, turning the burner off in the process. I poured the stream of boiling water onto my teabag. Instantly, soothing peppermint and chamomile filled my nose.“That's what I need,” I groaned. Now I had the anticipation of waiting for it to cool so I could enjoy it. I breathed in those soothing scents, smiling. Lights flashed through my kitchen. I frowned and turned my head, peering out into the living room. Headlights shone through the lacy curtains.. Pumping with his feet, he paddled straight down, touched the bottom like he did every time, then pushed himself up. His head broke the surface. He wiped the water from his eyes, brushed his hair back, and paddled to the edge.As he lifted himself out, he froze. The sliding glass door opened. Mrs. Thorn emerged from the darkness of the house, carrying two tall glasses with ice and straws and a bottle of suntan lotion. She wore dark, tortoise shell sunglasses, high heeled black shoes, and a pink. We shared all our experiences. She asked me to come to the terrace alone. i was happy and eager to see what is going to happen. But she started crying suddenly and said that no one is marring her and told me that she is 26 now and was very nervous that day. And i tried to convey her that mostly the person won’t deserve her and told her that she is the most beautiful girl in all our cousins. And I told her that if i was not her brother then definitely I would marry her. Later after some time she.