But she did the right thing in telling me not to come see her once she started to deteriorate. I hated her for that at first, but she was right. I rem...mber her for how she was, and for all the good things we did together. I have moments of melancholy but it’s not like it was with Birgit.”“Stephie was a wonderful girl. Life just isn’t fair sometimes.”“Tell me about it,” I sighed.December 3, 1987, Chicago, Illinois“Steve, can I talk to you?” Tasha asked when she came to work on Tuesday. Hmmmmm….how personal? I wondered. The camp was huge it took us an hour just to cover the tour and we met up with Shane and Chris. Kelsey said there was a place they had every year where they could go and get away from everyone and hang out and asked us if we wanted to go. Chris already knew of it and said he was in but Shane decided to head back to the main camp complaining he was tired. The three of us went of into the woods until we got to the place Kelsey was talking about. I have to admit,. They didn't embrace the notion when it first arrived. It was a seed being born needing nourishment. The nourishment began. They talked."You really hate me?" he asked."No I don't," she said, and thought, "I love you." Where'd that come from?"You know I talk to your mom sometimes." Yeah, I figured," she said, quickening her step. He quickened his."Your mom is nice. I tell her about the trials and tribulations of a high school kid, and she somehow relates and tells me about her own difficulties. She asked me to take bath and come for dinner. Thank God, she had not brought her son along with her. Her son would annoy me a lot. I went and had a shower. When I came back to the dining table, my aunt was in a nightie. She always preferred to be in nightie when she was indoors. But she still had the jasmine on her head. She had cooked and bought chicken and chapati. She served them to me and sat beside me and we talked about a lot of general things. I unknowingly dropped an empty cup. It fell.