"God Ken! You shouldn't have gotten me these. You can't afford that kind of money." Not as a routine expense, I can't," I responded, lightly. "It real...y wasn't that bad. I knew this was important to you."If my sister only knew. I had spent the spring working odd jobs to save up enough to cover the cost of car repairs on my shitbox Ford Escort. Now it would be at least another three months before I'd be able to earn enough money to put new rear tires on my car. My poor bank account had taken a. And he did! He handedthem over to me at the door and got his peck on the mouth and thenhe left, no questions asked. I was amazed -- no curiosity why wewanted them? Or why at 4:00 am? When I asked him about it thenext day, he had all the answers. He thought I was just testinghim, or I wanted to know whether he really was willing to gratifymy least whim no matter what it was, or I'd made a bet with theother girls that he'd do it, or for a class project in PsychologyI wanted to see if I. I wasn’t able to gather many facts about my father, but one thing I knew from pretty much everyone who talked about him was that Albert Evans was an alcoholic. Well this new fella was an alcoholic, and one snake mean bastard to boot. I tolerated him as best as I could. I didn’t want my mother thinking I disliked him out f petty jealousy, so I tried to develop a thick skin and just live with the man despite his ways. He was and still is a conniving old fart. When my mother was around the man was. She wanted to go clubbing but as she comes from a conservative family it was difficult for her to get out of her house for night overs. It so happens that she had planned for night out on new year eve and a day after, but me being into event business it becomes difficult for me to go out on such occasions. She called me and said:Her: Mk kya kar raha for new yearMe : kaam hai yaar agar free hai toh chal Mumbai me he event haiShe: OK let me chk mere gharwalo ka kya scene haiMe : OKShe called me.