Mom, what do you think we should do?”“You’re asking a high school dropout who’s been working at that coffee shop downstairs since she was four...een, who bore a child out of wedlock to be abandoned by the father, and who only found true love six years ago, for advice?”“Mom, you’re awfully wise for a high school dropout.”“Sorry, sweetie. I have none to give. This is outside of my pale.”“Dad?”“Follow your heart. Follow your bliss. I agree Marcus shouldn’t give up that CIA opportunity.”“We have some. Taai amar kache ontoto lukas na, thik ache amay bolis na…no problem…kintu ajj bikalei amra Dr. Ghos er kache jabo….uni ekjon naam kora monorog bisesoggo…okhane giye tor ekta counceling koriye niye asbo…dekhbi onek upokar pabi”“thik ache maa…ajj bikale to ami fakai achi….problem hobe na…ami jabo tomar sathe” Sedin bikale amra Dr. Ghos er kache gelam…uni amay onek kotha jiggasa korlen…..college sommondhe, bondhu der sommondhe…infact amar kono girl friend ache kina, ami kokhono sex korechi kina. ..”“Fock you,” she replied, showing off her vocabulary.“I don’t think I’ve ever spoken to you before,’ I said. “You’re a chef, aren’t you? I’m a bartender. Mark.”I proffered my hand to shake.“Fock it,” she said, shaking her head. “Focking English tvot.”I had the distinct feeling this was going to be difficult, so I walked over to the CD player and looked at the options. Phil Collins, Michael Buble, Celine Dion – it made grim reading.Then the door opened and Sabrina came in, smiling, with. It was a Friday night so I knew my dad would have his friends over for poker night and they would all be drunk and talking shit as soon as I walked in. I tried to rush past them and get to bed before they could give me too much shit, but some of them grabbed my arms and held me there to chat shit to me about how lucky I was to be home with my dad in our bachelor pad. I felt a strange feeling like they were looking at me in a sexual way as they held me and cuddled and touched my body making out.