The main one was he wanted her to take each summer and spend in Europe, starting with France. He wanted her to not just learn history but see it up cl...se. He said he would have Mark set it up.The lunch ended somewhat awkwardly when she finally asked him about the ring on his left hand. She hadn't heard he was married. When he had told her about Erika, she got tears in her eyes and rushed away without saying goodbye.Thinking back about those tears led him to wonder what they meant. He decided to. “Really? That would be perfect,” she said.“I should tell you that I only have one bed, though. We would have to share it. If you’re okay with that, you can spend the night,” I replied.“That’s okay with me. I can’t afford to get in trouble with the PG Aunty again,” she responded. “Perfect, the Uber is almost here,” I replied, struggling to contain my excitement.Ho-lee-shit. Ananya was coming over. To spend the night. In my bed. I don’t think I was able to fully grasp the situation at the moment.. It’s quite all right. He will wait for me. Please don’t fret.” Sally wondered at her mother. She knew and her mother knew that her father was deeply sedated. That he would never waken. That he would never see her again. And yet she was taking this time when time was now so short. She felt a flash of irritation. Why were old people so STUBBORN? Having at last adjusted her (now dreadfully out-of-date) hat her mother was finally ready. Sally took her by the arm, helped support her arthritically. She must go to one of the near by schools in the district."Hi I'm Mike Strickland. Where do you go to school?" he asked, admiring her profile. He noticed she had rather large breasts, C size decided. The quick view he had had of her jean clad ass told him that it was shaped perfectly, like an upside down heart, just the way he liked it."Oh I haven't chosen which school to go to yet. We just moved here. My dad got a job transfer and so this is where we've wound up. But my parents are looking.