" Uh ... Okay," Ron swallowed hard."You ever see a shrink or anything?" I asked him."Me? No," he shook his head. "Why?" I did," I told him. "After my ...arents died, when I first got here, I had to see one every week." You did?" Yeah," I nodded. "I was like kinda crazy, you know? I didn't eat or talk to anybody. My parents were dead, my boyfriend was a zillion miles away. It was pretty messed up." Did it help?" Yeah, I think so," I shrugged. "I'm okay now, I guess. Not okay like I was before.. “Yeah,” he said, brushing away some tremendously persistent invisible lint on his sleeve. “And because of the name, you know?” “Jean?” I asked, frowning with mock confusion. “Huh?” he looked confused too. “No. Um? Granger. You know, like Hermione.” “I’m pulling your leg, Rick,” I smiled at him. “Oh!” he smiled back. “Yeah, good one Jean.” He tried out my name for the first time, pausing as if tasting it, seeing if he liked the feel of it on his tongue. It seemed that he did because he smiled. I wanted her. There was no mistaking that need, that underlying unquenchable thirst. When she walked into my house to meet my wife, immediately I sensed her presence. I often caught myself sniffing the air after she left the room.I waited and I watched. I planned and I analyzed. I wanted her but I also wanted her to want me. I knew she was a good girl, an obedient girl. Her grand mother wanted to go to Punjab on some religious visit. She had discussed her grand daughter’s activities and she. Handing him the milk and offering him a cookie from the plate with perfect posture. They sat in the living room enjoying the simple pleasures.As the milk and cookies disappeared, Richard started to regain his composure. “Clarice, before you interrupt me again. We need to talk.” Clarice's face turned a little sad but she put on a strong face and shook her head, yes. Richard took a breath, “What happened yesterday was very special, but it shouldn't have happened.” Clarice started to fidget and.