Stay until the end of the week then go back to your loved once.The next couple of days I did some DIY jobs around Mrs Watson’s property. They were m...nor things, but it helped me to keep my mind away from other things. In the evening I would have a meal with Mrs Watson, then enjoy her company with a bottle of beer on her porch, just sitting there in the quiet of the night just looking up at the stars. “Are you ready to go home, George,” She said.“Tomorrow afternoon Mrs Watson,” I said.I got up. ..” Stepping through the door behind her, she called out “Mélanie, there’s someone to see you out in front.”A moment later, Mélanie stuck out her head. “Yes?”The man pulled a yellowish document from the inside pocket of his jacket. “Ms. Mélanie Turgeon? I’m a bailiff at the Superior Court of Quebec. You are summed to present yourself at Youth Court, on St-Denis Street next Tuesday morning at ten A.M. with your son, Jean Turgeon. Should you not present yourself, legal proceedings will be taken. Vo chutad matkate huuee Tom koo razor denee gayee to Tom aur Sameeer dono nee uskee chut paar haath ferkar kahaa vakyee tune apnee chut bahut ache shave kee haa, next time ham bhee tujhse appnee jhante katvaoongaa. Sameeer nee usko kahaa kee tujhe muut aayaa ha kya. Vo bole haa aayaa haa, us par Sameeer uskoo mummoo koo apne haath me pakad kar usko ek kone me lee gayaa jahaa par carpet nahe bichha hua tha aur bola kee yahaa mut karr saleee bahan kee lodeee randi. Usne vahaa faat baith kar. ..and Claire."Everything okay?" Everything's fine." Great. If you'd like to watch television..." Marcia pointed towards theset which she hadn't turned on."There's one in my room, I noticed." Sure. Of course. But if you'd rather not be cooped up in there justyet..." Marcia stopped herself from going further, from saying somethinglike "in case you wanted to spend time together, after all, we haven'tseen each other in years..." There was no way to express it withoutsounding maudlin and needy..