You rummage through your closet, looking for a short-sleeve with a few holes or an older shirt, one that doesn't matter if you lose it. Taylor was goi...g to this party, really the only reason why you're going there in the first place. You pull out an old red shirt with a hole in the bottom and one under the armpit area.You walk out of the room and thump down the stairs. "Let's set out." You say to the two of them.Kara rolls her eyes. "Be quicker next time." She says, chuckling.Kara was a pretty. I came down, wearing the motorcycle jacket over a floral print peasanttop and jeans, and he was there, in a sweater over a t shirt, whichshowed off his chest muscles. I gave him a light kiss on the lips."Hey." Hey." He smiled shyly. "You look great." He couldn't look at medirectly.I felt myself turn a little red. "Thank you. You look great, too." Whichwas an even weirder thing to say."Thanks. So, what shall we do?"I took his hand. "Let's do nothing until we decide otherwise. Although Ireally. To wo boli khaya. Fir me bola pair dba dun to hans k boli achcha dba lete ho. Me bola haan isme kya h.Me unke pair dbane lga. Me bola mooh kaha h to wo boli rahne do yar. Me bola thik ho jayga. Usne drro ki tarf ishara kiya.Mene mooh nikala or uski lowr ghutno tk upar krke lgane lga. Kuch der me uska dard km hua to boli yar bahut achcha dbate ho mene thnx bola. Fir wo boli soch rahi hu malish krwalu. To mene jht se bola ha krwa lijiye. To wo hans k boli krte ho kya? Me bola kbhi2 apna koi khas. From one side of the opening he could see the Hogan through the trees. He wasn’t sure what kind of home it was, but someone must live there, he decided, since there was smoke coming from a chimney extending out of the roof.Suddenly his eye caught movement, and when he focused he saw a young Indian girl moving around the building toward the trees in the back. She was moving funny, like her legs wouldn’t accept a regular gait. Since she was having to take smaller steps she almost seemed to be.