Kartik: What was the gift, Mom?Kavita: You.Kartik: What?!Kavita: You! You were gifted to me!Kartik: Oh. Yeah? So, I was a special offering from Dad on...your birthday.“Hahaha. Well, yes. And, I was thinking about how I got you,” my mom stopped abruptly, kissing me on my lips, rubbing her hand just over my crotch. She showed me an old photo on Facebook.However inappropriate it was, my mom showering physical and sensual love on me had become a very common deed over the last few days, even as I did. Hot, strong and delicious. Sisay started by slurping some coffee from the teaspoon, and then called ‘konjo buna’ to the woman, who obsequiously replied ‘Ameseginalehu’. ‘Konjo buna?’ I asked Sisay. ‘That means, good coffee – in Ethiopia, we always compliment the maker of the coffee.’ ‘konjo buna!’ I also said, and the woman thanked me profoundly, causing some chattering from the other people. After I finished my coffee, I prepared to stand up, but Sisay grabbed me by the wrist. ‘The Ethiopian. I know you don't know anything about each other. He's only seen you on stage. I know he's my brother but he's a pretty neat guy. Are we allowed to say that about brothers? It seems against the laws of nature or something. Hey your brother is a pretty neat guy too you know." OK, OK, I wasn't judging. And yes, I will admit I do kinda like my brother. He can be a bit protective and that pisses you off some times, but sometimes it makes you feel ... I don't know, warm, if that makes sense. But if. He asked, “Where are you thinking of moving to?”“There’s a place about three miles from here that looks like it will be perfect. I’m going to go home and think about it before I make an offer,” Sue said. It was a middle class residence in a typical middle class development, but she had liked the house. She had really liked the mother-in-law house that had been built in the back. It would make a perfect studio after a few modifications.“Maybe I’ll see you more often,” Dan said.Sue laughed.