Mrs. Wells and Donna came into the dining room carrying a big lasagna and a salad. Mrs. Wells always reminded me of June Cleaver. Whenever I was invit...d over she was in a dress and heels, no matter what the weather was like. Every dress was the same kind, a shirtwaist of a gentle print. No loud colors or wild prints for Mrs. Wells. And, all the dresses were modest, very modest. No hint of even a bra showing through. I was almost convinced Mrs. Wells didn’t have nipples. Donna, on the other. " I looked at her again, more carefully this time. She was, like me, in her mid sixties. Much older than my creations. She was around five feet four, shorter than my creations. Her blonde hair barely reached her shoulders again shorter. She was very different to the women I had imagined. Her attire was nothing special. A thin woollen top that hugged her upper body and an everyday skirt that reached to just below her knees. Although she wasn't head of the class in the looks department, she had. She wanted to study abroad and she was finally going to realize her dream of going to another country. Starting next semester she would be studying in England. Since Mary was feeling a lot better I assumed she would be leaving soon but I found myself not wanting her to leave. I had grown fond of her and would miss her company and the way she made me laugh. I thought about this while we were having dinner and I decided to ask her. “Hey, when do you start classes?” I asked. She dropped her. Dosto or iss ke pathko ye sabmuje ek sapna sa lag raha tha tabhi us ne muje dekhte hue kaha kya hua kya dhekhrahe ho mene kahaha wowowo kucch nahi phir hum dono ne ek ek beer katam ki orek beer or open kar ke peene lage tabhi mene himat kar ke us se pucha mamplease app bataengi ki us admi koo tabhi wo boli wo ek chutiya insan he us kemuh se ye sunte hi me chonka tabhi us ne kaha ohh maf karna Mene kaha koi bat nahi lagta heapp ko nasha ho gaya he to us ne kaha are nahi nahi phir mene himat kar.