The girls were outside, waiting for me. They were dressed much the same as they'd been six days ago; in shorts and t-shirts, Dee's stretched tightly o...er her protruding belly. They stood nervously beside the truck, which had obviously been packed again for another camping trip. Maxine was especially excited, bounding around, barking, whining to be let in the truck's back seat for the trip she knew was coming."What's all this about?" I demanded, getting wearily out of the car."We thought that we. I knocked on the door and met his Mom. She led me into the kitchen and Dave was there, still in his pajamas, eating pancakes."Oh, dear. I'm earlier than I thought I was," I said, looking at my watch."That's fine," he smiled. "Sit." Missy, have you eaten?" his Mom asked.Just then, my stomach let out a loud growl. "Oh, that was so ladylike," I said, embarrassed. David just laughed."I'll take that as meaning you haven't eating," his mom giggled. "Here, let me get you some pancakes. I made plenty.". I was taller than Beth when we started and would always carry a few inches on her. She had a somewhat thicker, more muscular body than I did, which worked well for her in the sprints. My lanky body, long legs, and long arms worked well for swimming, but my thin, flat, body, broad shoulders, and boyish hips plunged my self-esteem to near hopeless lows. I was never truly depressed about it - I had a great deal of love and support from my mom, Beth, and other friends. Sure, my ass-hole brother. Mashee aamake buke chepe dhorlo, bhalke bhalke aama’r Lingo theke rash mashee’r Jonee’te parte laaglo. Mashee’r Dudh’er Bota chushte chuste, Jonee Malish korte Laaglam. Kichhukkhon par Bollam, ‘Mashee Kemon holo “Jonee-Puja”? Jonee-Devi khushi hoyechhe to?. Mashee Madhu’r hashi diye bollo. ‘Hundred Percent, Batsho Madan, Tumi Sarthok Bhabe “Jonee-Puja” Sampadon Korte perechho. Er Jonno Tumi Uttam uttam, khasha rashalo Proshaad pabe. Madan Tor ai ‘Madan’ Naam-ta Aami-ee rekhechhilam. Tui ai.