”Jessie quietly replied through her own tears, “Don’t worry about that. I am sure Carrie would have thought of that. Something will emerge. Just...you wait.”The two then separated and headed on down to another room with the others were Carrie was lying in state for them to see and say goodbye to. When they got there only Carrie’s face was visible as the nurses had covered her emaciated body up with some nice sheets to hide all the pock marks and holes the monitoring equipment had made. Those. My cousin was working in Singapore. His wife used to be with my cousin’s parents here in our native. They had been married before a year or so. So it must have been during his honeymoon that he must have made her pregnant and left for Singapore.I hardly knew his wife and never had spoken to her. About my cousin’s wife. She was younger to me, slim, 155-160 cms tall, medium fair, typical south Indian girl. I had only seen her few times that too in her own marriage, and a few other occasions. So I. That was heaven. That was the place where she would be now, the place he’d go when he left this world. Back to that moment. His phone rings. He mumbles, ‘Cunt of an idea, a phone that follows you when you leave the house…’ ‘Hey boy.’ ‘Hey Dad. Where you at?’ ‘Took the car out lad.’ ‘Down the levee again?’ ‘Hmmm.’ ‘You got company old man or are you drinking alone?’ ‘Just me and your mother’s ghost, dancing and talking shit.’ ‘You sad old fuck. Bring that beautiful black bitch around here. I got. Now why don't you help me load the truck so we can get on the road?" Oh, so your punk ass is giving orders now, is it? And I'll call the sluts anything I please," he said, stepping up and stiff-arming Jeremy hard on the shoulders, staggering him backward."Cut it out, Roy," Jeremy warned. "I think you're still drunk. If we get in a fight, Lee will fire both of us, and if you keep on calling the women names..." You're gonna what? Get your ass kicked?" Roy yelled, trying to stiff-arm Jeremy.