"Red Fort." His irritation dissipated as they drove on. He pointed out landmarks as they passed. "Parliament House. Gandhi Museum. Press Club. And thi... is Golk Links, poshest area in New Delhi. 1, Safdarjung Avenue, the Prime Minister's Residence.They stopped to buy purified water at a shopping arcade called Khan Market. Karen stayed in the car for the air-conditioning, but the sight of several bookshops made her want to browse and pick up something Indian. She had loved The God of Small Things. Panicked, I ran to a nearby house to ask for a phone. As I ran across the expansive lawn, Linda stepped out of a side door. Linda was a year older than me. She was about 5’8′ with long, dark brown hair and a perfect hour-glass figure. As beautiful as she was, she was not one of the popular girls at school. She was much more reserved, having an aire that perhaps she had been to finishing school. The only time I ever saw her was in the hallway at school, or occasionally she would make. She needed to get some sleep. So she went down to the liquor cabinet, took a shot of bourbon, and went back to bed. It hadn't taken long for Stacee to fall asleep. Bourbon always did the trick for her. The next morning she woke up feeling more refreshed. She slipped out of her nightgown, and into her gym clothes. Today was her running day, and she was taking the route by the old folks home. When she ran she took different routes. She liked this particular route because the old men. Well, about as well as two siblings only a year apart from each other could. That summer, I became more protective over her. The typical big brother, not letting anyone touch his baby sister. She seemed appreciative of it, and we grew closer. That was a few years ago. Over time, I realized my protective instincts were growing into feelings of jealousy and envy when she was with another guy. I noticed that the girls I dated at school looked like Summer, but they could never live up to her..