.thodi der bad main thaka hua tha isliye so gaya,dhire dhire mera sar uske shoulder pe chala gaya, to main shock hoke uth gaya, to usne kaha koi bat n...hi ap apna sar mere kandhe pe rkho aur apna hath meri jang pe rakh diya. Aur mujse ekdum chipak ke baithi thi.abhi bi uska hath meri jang pe tha main uski niyat samaj gaya.aur dhire se apna hath uske kandhe pe rakh diya..usne muje smile diya, main ab garam hone laga tha. Dhire se maine use apni aur khinch liya, ab usne mera hath pakad liya aur. Listen. Don’t tell your mother what I was doing. It’s a surprise for her. It’s going to be a beautiful brass floor lamp when I get through.”“OK.”I started to walk away but then I turned back and just stood there.“What else, Son?”“I’ve been thinking about something else, maybe inviting her to go to Grandpa and Grandma Russo’s with us next month. I don’t know whether it’s too early. Should I invite her? May I invite her?”He stood and thought for a minute.“It’s not too early. You know there will. So I came by it honestly.I took accounting classes in high school, and then in college, becoming an Accounting major with degree in hand in three and a half years.I got a job and settled into what I assumed would be the American Dream.Didn't work out that way, not exactly.I met a young woman named Linda, and I thought we had a connection. We spent time together, and, I thought we might have a serious future together.Not so much.Turned out she had a boyfriend, Jerry by name, trucker by. We knew we had just a year or so to enjoy ourselves, which believe me we did. He was 22 years and four months old when the ending finally came. A week or so after his 22nd birthday I saw that his face, once so smooth and innocent, with only the faintest tracings of down, had begun to show development, albeit delayed, of the typical thick Tamalian moustache. The scanty hairs which had decorated his chin were now beginning to turn into coarse stubble that covered his cheeks as well. His features,.