Mujhe kaha beta aisa kuch nhi hai…Tum so jao…Aur mujhe sula diya…Meri choti behen aur mai bed par sote the..Aur mummy aur uncle niche bistar lga...kr..Mujhe neend nhi aa rhi thi…Chand ki roshni room mai aa rhi thi..Mujhe saaf saaf dikhai nhi de rha tha..Lekin maine dekha mom niche leti hui thi aur uncle unke upar hil rahe the..Jaise unhe dba rhe ho..Aur mom ki saans ruk jaa rhi thi…Aur fir jor ki saans le rhi thi…Aanko se aansu nikal rhe the aur chehre par muskaan thi..Aur dhreere dheere se aah. You know what we wanted to take with us the things we were going to give away and other things we were going to sell or donate to the Airman’s pantry that sort of thing so we had a lot to go through. And in the middle of all of that guess what the Air force did they sent my sweet loving husband on yet another deployment. But this time I knew just when he was going to go and when he was going to come home that was nice to know. Not like the last few that I didn’t know anything of just one day he. Actually he wasn’t looking at me he was looking at my legs or should I say trying to look up my skirt. I wasn’t exactly wearing a short one but I did have stockings on and I wondered if, when I had sat down, I might have inadvertently flashed at him. It was easily done. He hadn’t noticed me look at him so I looked away and concentrated on my magazine. I decided to have some fun with him and uncrossed my legs. I made it look casual as I kept them slightly apart. I glanced in his direction. His. " Hi, Gerri. Patrick. How are you all?" OK. Too much baby poop." Not my fault. Is your father-in-law around?" No. He took about two dozen Merino lambs into Roma." Oh. Do you know if the band's over by the creek?" They were last week. Why?" I need to send a message. Could you drive over?" One of us can. But there's a price." What?" I need to know how the art critic's doin'." She's fine. She's off at an opening right now." When will you have a kid?" We're practicing." Right. So what's the.