Even after the little that was still there was gone I sat, or knelt, at the bowl and puked, dry heaves is what they call them where I live. I kept won...ering; was anything real?I couldn’t go home, not yet. I had to think this out. My mom had been an RN, and I’d been told back in the day she’d been something of a muckety-muck in the local medical community. She’d been marked for glory, and had opportunities galore. I’d heard where she’d married my dad, and for a while made frequent trips. I know. Usne bhi meri taraf bht dhyaan de dekha aur kuj second eye contact barkraar rakha. Mein samj gaya k she is interested. Mein bhi kafi garam ho chukka tha , mene thoda himmat ki aur dono haatho ko fold krke apne underarm side rakh leya. Aur dheere dheere ek hath nikal uske ek mamme ko thoda sa touch keeya. Mera hath mere arms k ander se jar aha tha to kissi ko kush pta bhi nhi challa. Jab mene touch keya to usne jada react nhi keya. Meri himmat aur badd gayi aur mein hath se mamme ko sehlane lag. Robinson could come to me to get pints of blood every few months or so. So with visions of living like a King, I went all out: servants, cooks, the whole nine yards. It was just down the road from Hef's place to boot. Formal ballroom, lavish infinity-pool, private gym, movie theatre, the place was a palace.Marissa was joining me, of course. We moved in just after that four year anniversary, and after three months of renovations and construction, we finally had made the place our own.Obviously,. . ———- ———— This time, it was Pat who found herself waiting for Keith at the front of the school. Things had gone well at lunch, but both had realized that, with all their friends and other students around, it hadn’t been the time or place for a conversation about what had happened. Keith descended the stairs and, despite everything, took Pat’s hand as they silently walked to her car. ‘So . . .’ he started. ‘So . . .’ she replied. ‘I’m sorry I didn’t call you on Sunday. And don’t say it’s.