Do mahine baad jab papa ka insurance money clear nahi hua aur pata chala ke wo rupaye milne me aur 1 saal lagenge to mummy ghabra gayi aur use phone k...rke sab kuchh bata di.To usne bola ki chinta mat karo main ata hun gharpe aur fir baithke baat karenge to fir wo next day hamare ghar pe aya lekin aya 10.30 kareeb aur hum log dinner karne hi wale the to wo aya to mummy use bhi dinner karne ko kaha to usne kaha ki thik hai dinner ke baad baat karte hai dinner karne ke baad mummy usse drawing room. It might have been because I was a good child Sunday morning that Mom and Dad failed to mention I’d missed curfew last night.During Rev. Davis’s sermon, I got to thinking about the meaning of ‘service’. The word was commonly tossed around now to simply mean ‘National Service’, as if serving two years for the country was all the service a person was expected to do. Rev. Davis talked about the difference between mandatory service and voluntary service, quoting the scripture that said ‘If someone. "I ignored him and pointed to the door. "They're alone in there, and they probably shouldn't be." I told him. "Go back in there and ask if they're willing to tell you what happened. You'll be better at helping them than me." Are you okay?" He asked me, noting how distressed I both looked and sounded.I ignored him again. "Even if they don't feel comfortable telling you, just don't let them be alone in that room together. Hopefully this whole thing will blow over. I gotta go." I didn't even wait. I chuckled and moved to sit on one of the deck chairs. I puffed my pipe, sipped my bourbon, and relaxed. A few minutes later, I felt soft hands, lightly resting on my shoulder.“Hi,” Liz said.“Hey. I was coming back upstairs when I finish my pipe.”“I’ll sit with you. I love the smell of pipe tobacco.”I got up and moved to a double lounge chair so we could sit side-by-side. I couldn’t put my arm around her because of the pipe, but she snuggled close, her head on my shoulder and her hand on my.