Her son liked having parties. Natasha liked keeping an eye on her son.During the summer, her son had so much laundry. He must have changed his cloth...es every hour. She couldn’t understand why he had so much wash. While she was doing the laundry, she couldn’t help noticing that her son’s underwear was ripped in the same spot on every single pair.She went a step further and looked at his pants. There was that rip again. It was always in the crotch area. She went into his room and looked at. “I’m sorry Mrs. Saxena, but Uday kept pulling my t-shirt up,” Malani said while crying.“Save your tears Malani. What Uday’s is doing is right, you’re being punished remember? How do you want to do your punishment? Do you want your shirt cut or do you want a paddling,” asked Mrs. Saxena.“I don’t believe I’m saying this, but I will take the paddle,” Malani said.Mrs. Saxena grabbed Malani by the arm to lead her to the front of Mrs. Saxena’s desk. Malani placed both hands on either side of Mrs.. ’ ‘That just goes to show what a deprived life you’ve led,’ Arlene told her husband. ‘Ezio’s Pizza Palace will let you in dressed like that. Although they might fuss a bit because your jeans aren’t ripped or faded.’ Her husband frowned. ‘Ezio’s Pizza Palace?’ he asked, looking puzzled. ‘What kind of restaurant is that?’ ‘The best,’ his wife told him. She grabbed his hand and tugged him toward the door. ‘Come on, I’ve been dying for a good pepperoni pizza for weeks and I’m starving.’ William. Stan had opened up a drawer in his bedside cabinet and pulled out some papers, looking for some headache pills. What he'd found was an old photograph.Of Caron.The woman in the picture looked in impossibly good health, looking over her shoulder towards the camera as she was walking away, long dark hair obscuring the other shoulder. She wore a cream cardigan. He remembered buying that for her, a present for her twenty fifth birthday. She'd loved it, and wore it a lot. In the photo she seemed to.