I heard one of the females laugh and thought that was a good sigh. As I got closer I could tell the voices were coming from the kitchen and I could n...w smell the coffee and bacon. When I walked in I saw that Dad and Tammy were by the stove cooking. Mom was setting at the kitchen table and Beth was setting in her lap. When I looked a little closer I could see Beth was sucking on one of Mom’s tits. I guess I looked a little surprised and I ask “is everything alright here”. they all laughed. Marie stood beside the bench and lowered herself slowly until her bottom was on the seat. John saw her mouth tighten and he felt a rush through his crotch as he remembered scenes like this from a hundred different DandS movies. Marie twisted, bringing her legs underneath the table with a single turn, then set her hands palm down on the table in front of her. John looked at his wife's face. Her skin, always flawless and smooth, was even more beautiful than he remembered. She was focused, as if. It was very cool under those mango trees. So went into the garden of Mango trees and sat on a stone under a tree. After some time a young woman of about 20 to 25 years came chasing two goats out of a corn field. She was shouting and abusing the owners of the goats for eating the corn in her field. She was shouting “Nee Kuthalo naa moguni modda, Na chelo padi dengichukoka pothe ee Mamidi thotalo denginchukokudatha” (My husband’s penis in your vagina, Why don’t you get fucked in this mango garden. An old hat box had become the home to paper dolls, patterns, material, spools of thread, and an old corset. The next box reveals war ration coupons, the receipts from the materials it took to build the house, and the blue prints to the house. We’ve decided to leave them somewhere for the future owner to find. If they decide to level the house, then the blue prints will get buried right along with it. Old framed pictures come next, each more interesting than the last. Still, sadness falls upon.