I would have to make the farm productive, or at least enough so to grow enough for my needs. The idea of completing my school education and entering m... apprenticeship under my father, as we had planned before the war, was now laughable, particularly as my hands now shook too much to even hold a quill, let alone write with it, even when stone cold sober.I knew I was sick, and not at all right in my head, and I wanted to keep myself as far away from people as I could.Actually I had little trouble. “Well, um, paper and…” “Magazines! Fashion magazines! You in any?” she said, sounding skeptical. Maybe Jim had been pulling her leg with his weird stories. The modeling part would be a good test. She couldn’t see Jim as a model what with his nerdy thick glasses covering his face. Jim paused, feigning concern. “No?” she said, feeling satisfied. “Let’s go see,” he said with a smile. With the couple books he had found in hand, he followed Connie’s sexy round butt to the magazine racks. He looked. It was clear that I was by far the quicker and the gap between us narrowed within seconds. I gathered myself and launched my body at his back, smashing into him and bringing him down hard. Once again I sprang to feet quickly, ready to take him on."Get up you fuck!" I screamed at him, hopping around, anticipating the fight. "Come on ya bastard! Come on!"He didn't move. I stopped hopping like a maniac and approached him slowly. It was then that I noticed the unnatural angle of his head, turned. Mom and uncle were waiting for me. We had a small talk and I told them that they need not worry because of me. I suggested that we should sleep and we slept. We went to Hyderabad, had a nice time and after 20-25 days, my mom and me returned home because the school would start. Conversations between me and mom were not like they used to be. They were reduced to almost a nil. I wanted to break the ice but feared if she would feel disheartened. I knew that she too wanted to talk, but she must have.