Ami chukh khule dekhlam,boro duti narkel,or nihshasher shathe amar chukher shamne uta nama korche.Ami apatoto dhoirjo dhorlam.Ruma aste aste bollo,Ki ...valo,lagche?Ghumalen naki?”Or perfumer ghran o gorom nihshash amar kopale eshe lagche.Ami jobab nadiye or bahute amar ba hat rakhlam.Ar tatei she utola hoye amake duhate gola joriye dhorlo.Tar bishal dud duto amar bokke pisto hote thaklo.Ami ar parlam na oke uopre tene tule buke joriye dhorlam.Ruma amar gown er butam khule buke tar mukh goshte. I had finally gotten old enough (15) for dad to let me go with him to help step and fetch. I also got to shoot a bunch. Dad loved letting me shoot the middle out of the targets to show that anyone could shoot these weapons with practice.Dad would say, "Burr, if I had your eye, I would never lose at a tournament."I was a good shot, and quick.We finished loading up the plane. This "beaver" had a large cargo capacity for a single engine plane.We had clothes for work and those old west type clothes. My hallway is giving me the creeps now.”“I’ll go back with you,” Melissa said, placing an arm on her shoulder. “As long as I don’t have to touch any eggs.”“Deal!”Both girls said goodbye and bustled out of the lab.Sarah Decker, meanwhile, had her head down on the long black table. Jenny was giving her a backrub that didn’t seem to be doing much for the girl. Molly hated seeing her this way.“Hey Sarah, Jenny, how’s about drinks at my place tonight? You look like you need it.”“I would love to,”. How did we get here? I thought we were reconnecting. I thought I was more in tune with her. Then Cassie came back to town and Christy and Bob are divorcing. And then there was the limousine fantasy two weeks ago. What an unmitigated disaster!She didn't even apologize. Heck she barely acknowledged that the evening happened. Every time he'd tried to talk to her about it, she frowned and changed the subject. Something was going on here that Darren wasn't happy with. One thing he was sure of,.