Soon the contract was signed and marriage was held in a resort outside Pune.Shilpa and I became good friends in the time leading up to my brother’s ...arriage. Sister-in-law is usually addressed as ‘bhabhi’. But I decided to just call her Shilpa because she is 12 years younger than me. I told her everything I knew from my visits to London.My brother’s home was in Surrey. It was a small three bedroom semi-detached house with a small garden in front. She was quite happy and excited even though it’s. It is what it is.With that being said, let me begin the first truth:I am David.(the truth begins like all truths,...simple enough)Born in 1969, in the Denver General Hospital to Gary, and Mary at Nine Thirty three PM on November 23rd.When mom's water broke, and the contractions had begun Dad was already tipsy.Mom says dad had to stop on the way for cigs, and got so caught up in telling the cashier about my arrival that it took twenty minutes to get a damned smoke. In her impatience to get to. He just listened and didn’t get on my case. I think he agrees with you. He doesn’t blame you, though, because he knew it’s what I wanted. Mom would flip out, obviously.”“What did you say to her?”“Just that Terry and I needed some time without the kids.”“Did you spend the day together?”She shook her head, “No. He checked into a hotel on Saturday. He’ll stay there until he leaves for Dallas. I guess he has work there this week?”“Yes. How much did you two talk?”“It started and ended when he. I sat motionless. Was this a dream come true? There was a long pause. “Look,” he said, “if you go and get ready- you would like to, wouldn’t you? – I’ll organise some food. OK?” I nodded. “Go on then, Paul,” he said. I left the room in a daze. I could never have planned this and I was excited…but fearful. Lots of ‘what ifs’ came to mind. I tried to dismiss them with logical thought, but they kept coming back. Then I wondered what to wear. Casual or smart? Long or short? Was this a social event.