Turning back around once the door was shut. She saw exactly what she had expected–Headmaster Carlisle behind his desk and a finely dressed older man...whom she had never seen before."Ah, splendid. Mister Danforth, may I introduce you to Ashleigh Miller, Albright's Student Body President," the headmaster said with a little too much enthusiasm. "Ashleigh, be a dear and give us a spin."It wasn't unexpected, and Ashleigh spun as ordered. She was wearing the standard uniform for Albright, light grey. Ah, but as he looks at the orange light of evening stream in through the tall windows, he realizes that his days are past and that most everyone uses their computers and the internet to look up the knowledge he still guards faithfully with his old-fashioned books. Smiling sadly at his melancholy, the old fat man pushes the last musty volume home on the shelf as he once again thinks of just locking up the Library for good and retiring. The front door creaks and the bell jingles, momentarily. Gently taking his hand I look at his painted nails. "We were just playingNoah, it's only nail varnish, we can take if off."Hiding his hand, burying his head into me while saying a defiant, "No."The way he had said no was so out of character for him, I wasn't quiteknow how to react as he seemed equally protective of his painted nails."I tell you what Noah, you come downstairs with me. When I put Emily tobed, it will be just me and you, I can finish painting your nails then ifyou like?"Cuddling. Masoom dikhayi padta hun jis karan sabhi muze abhi tak baccha hi samazate he,aur shayad esi karan meri dono bahane aur maa shuru se hi mere samne apne kapde change kar leti thi,hamara ghar ek colony me he joki gali ke sabse akhari me he ek taraf gali heaur dusaritaraf bagicha he,samne bhi khali plots he jis karan hamara koi padosi nahi he,esi karan safety keliye papa ne ghar ke charo aur unchi-2 divare banwa di jis karan hamare ghar me koi jhank bhi nahi sakta, ghar ke pichwade angan me khali.