I had stepped over to the small table in the studio that held my waterbottle and wet my throat. Then I turned toward the control booth to hearwhat Sco...tt had to say about our latest attempt. But instead of Scott, myeyes connected to similar, emerald-green eyes on the boy who had juststepped inside from the hallway.Johnny. Johnny Crawford.What was he doing here? He obviously wasn't here to see me, because theshock on his face as our eyes connected confirmed it. He seemed to befrozen in place as. All I saw was the white shell-plastic of an eye patch I had made her two christmases ago. It sort of looks like one I had seen in that Kill Bill film, the one with a red cross on it. It was sweet of her to wear it. I was only realizing now that she had it on.I was still feeling slightly awkward, but my confidence kicked in almost instantly. I rolled over, looking patch in the eye (no pun intended). She chuckled at me, licking her lips just spite me. She was my therapist. She knew every little. Men bol nahi nahi men to ya safar bohet enjoye kiya. To wo muskura parey. Chudry sab ne kuch kam kerne the wo kiye aur hum wahan kafi dear gumey Sham 5 baje hum wapis ger punch gaye men kafi thak geya tha to wo boley jao ja ker naha lo phir khana khatey hen men apne kamre wale bath room nahane cha geya jab nahaney k liya kapre utar ker pani khola to pani nahi tha men ne soch ab keya kero mere kamre k sath chudry sab ka kamra tha men ne soch un k bath room men ja ker nahi leta hun men ne siraf. ”One of the girls had some of the instant ice packs in the back of her van. She was working one around in her hands to get it cold.I guided the woman around to the driver’s side sliding door, which was facing the woods behind the rest area building, to put her into a seat and buckle her in. Two of the girls were right there watching me like a hawk. They showed obvious astonishment when I pulled the seatbelt way out from the woman, clicked the buckle in place, pulled the lap belt tight slowly.