. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . On Friday the 31st, Susan left her house early so ...hat she would arrive at the hotel in mid-afternoon. After a long, tedious drive she arrived at the hotel, which was located downtown with a number of stores and office buildings around. After checking in she went up to her room on the third floor and texted Jeff her room number, then unpacked her suitcase and got in the shower to wash her hair. Anyway, the phone interrupted the vinegar strokes, and he being on call needed to answer it, his own extension having given up and the engineer not due soon, cursing mildly he zipped up quickly and trotted off to the thing out in the hallway. Now as it happened, it was a longish conversation, better, that than have to go to the plant on a Saturday. His mother passed him in the hall with a tray bearing tea and cake, he thought nothing of it, busy yacking at the shift foreman, and she went off. Bhabhi uth gayi..boli kya hua,.to mai unke pas baith gya n rone lga..maine kha bhabi ap muje mar do..mai ni jeena chahta..bhavi ap ko dekh mai pagal ho jata hu..apke sath sona chahta hu. N mai jnta hu ye kvi ni hoga,so ap muje mar do..mai buri trh ro rha th..to bhabi boli tm mere pati ke pyare bhai ho n mere v bhut pyare ho..itna frstatd mt ho..kya tmhari gf ni h..?maine kha ni h..wo boli thk h tm mere sath jo krna chahte ho krlo bt kisi ko btana mt..na apne dosto ko n na bhaiya ko..mai bola. ”“So why are we here?”“I don’t know.”The two of them turned to looked down at the creek below. In a way, ‘why are we here?’ is one of the great questions of life. For them, it had taken on an even larger dimension.Benny said, “I don’t feel like going to school.”“Neither do I.”“Your house or mine?”“My Mom is home,” Tim said.“So is mine.”“I guess it’s about time to introduce Mom to her juvenile delinquent son.”“I’m not that bad,” Benny complained.“I wasn’t talking about you.”The two of them.