Main aaj use sabak sikha kar hi rahungi. Uffff! Yeh mujhe kya ho raha tha. Mera dimaag ab saaf kam nahin kar raha tha mujhe kuch samajh nahin aa raha ...ha. Main sahi galat ki pehchaan bhool rahi thi. Mujhe ghabrahat hone lagi. Maine phata phat apne kamre ki light band ki aur meri behan ke kamre mein chali gayi aur uska intezaar karne lagi. Woh ab aaya woh ab aaya! Yeh soch kar mera dil zor zor se dhadkne laga. Meri ghabrahat badhti jaa rahi thi. Mera gala sukh raha tha. Par woh tha ke aane ka. I saw everyone staring at me as I waited for her to tell me whatto do. Angry yet afraid, I did as she told me. Grabbing the hem of myskirt in each hand, I curtsied to them, then stood there red faced inshame.My name is Karol, a Slavic spelling of a very common name there. Mom hadchanged it to Carol of course, the minute she found out what I had done,then, two days later, she had forced me into the outfit I stood therewearing. My crime? I had "borrowed," some clothes from our neighborsclothes. ” Simply telling the children was different from simply telling the adults.A man from Massachusetts moved into the neighborhood. At first, none of them met him, but a man from home aroused a bit of gossip at the table. Diane was from Maine, but the rest of them were from different towns in Massachusetts.He stopped to speak to Deborah when she was on her way to the store and he was riding past. Mike Green was a veteran, “as what man wasn’t?” He had taken up his 80 acres where there was the. I didn’t know this road. I didn’t know where it would take me. I just knew it was away. Away from my so-called friends. Away from the so-called life that I’d carved for myself.I turned off the stereo—it was too tempting to let the energy of the music carry me away and start driving as I had before. Instead, I opened the window and listened to the engine, to the wind, to the night. I passed through a village, one without streetlights or any signs of life. A glance at the clock on the dash told.