She wore a black skirt, knee length and a white blouse (company issue), short blond hair and black "nerd glasses". Her six inch stilletos worked in, s...e was shouting on the cellphone to her loser boyfriend when she walked into the kitchen. She was startled to see me and walked straight into the little plastic bin, toe first. Ayooow, shit she yelled out in agony...and fuck you Tom and hung up on him.I rushed to her aid. I lead her chair next to the table and immediately removed her shoe. Sorry. Mera naam moin,26years old.mai barodamein mba studies karta hun,obhi mere close friend ke sister ke ghar mein rehkar,kyun ki mai unka family ka bahut close friend hun aur mera friend(vijay)se meri bahut saal se achhi dosthi hai,itna close hun ki mai bhi usske ghar ka ladka jaisa hi hun,tho uss ki ek sister hai,woh baroda mein rehti hai,aur mere friend ki family doosre city mein.mai unke family ko close rehne se mai usske sister ke ghar mein hi reh kar studies kar raha hun.usski sister ka naam. We were walking past a couple of oversized pickup trucks (This IS Texas) when I heard a woman scream. Close.That’s not normal. I went on full alert, looking around. I kind of pushed Gee behind me, peered around the camper on the back of one of those trucks, seeing an ‘urban youth’ sprinting across the drive from the next row of cars over from us. There was a woman on the ground, a small child beside her, crying.“9-1-1” I said to Gee. The turd with the purse chose wrongly, sprinting between two. Awake, he was solid granite. Asleep, he looked like a drug addict coming down from a bad trip. The steward asked if her friend was okay. ‘I think he is reliving a bad episode from the war, in Afghanistan.’ ‘If he needs anything, call me immediately.’ ‘Blankets, please.’ The warmth of the blankets seemed to help a little, and when Antonia took his hand, rubbed it along her cheek, and kissed his palm, Frank seemed to calm down. Suspiciously, she looked upon his face. ‘If this is an act to see.