Upar wali aunty se thori baat hoti thi kbhi kbhi baki mom se to hoti thi unki baat unki badi beti bht notice krti thi mujhe uska name bharti tha age 1... years hogi aur figure lagbhag 34-28-32 hoga wheatish face tha uska pr uske features ache aur sharp the aas pas k ladke aur uske school ke boys diwane the uske kher mai apne kaam se matlab rakhta tha kbhi kbhi meri baat ho jati thi usse aise hi din nikalte gye ek baar woh kuch pareshan lag rahi thiMaine usse pucha kya hua kuch problm hai kya toh. Glade had no religious preference, but she would rather that the animals that ate her lover would do so underground and not where Glade might suffer the anguish of seeing a jackal or a hyena run away with Demure’s limbs or vital organs. And once the body was buried, all Glade could do now was weep. And weep she did. For day after day. And she did so under the shadow of the tree where she’d cared for her dying lover for so long. The tears were sometimes soft and salty. They were more often. I was so ancy and was silently hoping she would say she was ready to leave which in about an hour she did so we left she let me drive because she was a bit drunk and i was only too happy to oblige, we pulled out of the parks lot when she took that gold pack of Winston Super longs and placed that long cork filter in her amazing mouth and i had grabbed her lighter and took the pleasure of lighting her smoke, I kept glancing at her and she asked why I kept looking i told her I was always curious. Finally there was a ring on the bell. Allison opened the door to see a sheepish Lionel.“Where on earth of you been? Do you know what the time is?” Although she was furious, Allison suddenly felt she was channelling the spirit of her father who used to scold her if she got in late from dates when she was living at home. Equally, she knew that some of her anger was the result of the number of times she’d been stood up or left waiting for dates down the years. This was going to be different, she.