Papa ne phir gusse me chillaya aur unhe jaane ko bola par wo nhi maane aur mujhe pass bulaya. Main jaldi se jaake unke gale lag gya, aah kya sukoon mi...a. Par ye baat papa ko bilkul pasand nhi aayi wo mujh pe ab gussa karne lage. Yahan uncle andar aake sofa pe baith gye aur mujhe apne goad me baitha liya aur gaal chumne lage. “Sharam nhi aa rhi tumhe jao apne room me aur tum nikal jao aur yahan kabhi mat aana” papa ne gusse me hum dono se kaha. “Kaisi sharam rakesh ye hum pehli baar thodi kr. But once I got to New York. there were enough going on to take my mind off the pain. At least enough so that it was manageable.Gwen and I got a cab to a pizza parlor in the Village area. It was fun to watch the kids walking the streets. After some really good pizza, we went back to the airport to wait for time to pass. Just as soon as I got on the plane for the two plus hour flight home, I popped another pill and went to sleep."I had no idea why I needed an ambulance from the airport to the. Terran megalomania, Klack unprecedented talent to organize and delegate the workflow to the smallest detail, Bellebee managers making sure nothing is overlooked, neglected or forgotten. Oromals keeping meticulous storage and depots. The Unions unexplainable ability to combine the natural talents of a myriad of societies without really planning it or forcing it that was the real reason.Our Leyland military transport approached this mind-blowing artificial construct and slipped past energy. Lindsay had never liked Cheerios, even though her s****r seemed to love them. They were too plain. Too boring, She thrust the boxes carelessly up onto the shelf above the refrigerator and went searching through the other bags to see if her mother had gotten anything that was actually edible. Later that night she was tossing and turning in bed, her stomach full of slightly too much Butterfinger ice cream. The house was silent. Everyone else was in bed. Or should have been. Lindsay had almost.