“Donna says you need more firewood chopped. I’ll do enough that should last you a little longer. Where’s Dad?”“He had to go out until later ...today. So for now, it’s just you, and me,” Helen smiled, kissing my cheek.I went to the garage, picked up the axe and went to the woodpile. “What’s Donna talking about? There’s plenty of wood for the rest of the winter.” I said of the neatly stacked rows I had piled.I walked in the back door and went to Helen. “Mom, there’s plenty of firewood. I don’t know. I just moved to this town for the job after graduation and found a rented house The landlady was living in a smaller house attached to mine. The landlady was doing some small renovation in our kitchen and she used to come quite often to our house. She was sweet and my grandmother’s age. After a few days because of the leniency, she started coming to my home when I was not there. I used to work from 9 to 6. One day I had a bad headache and took off from the work in the afternoon and was sleeping. Jese hi vo dosre bed room mein aunty aunty krti hui gai meine drwaja bnd krdia aur uske pas agya vo akdm se kampne lagi aur khti aunty khan hain meine kha koi nai hai tu aur mein ab aja,,,khti nai jane do mein janta tha vo thoda hichkicha rhi hai…meine ose kaske baho mein bhra to thoda prtirodh dikhane kebad hlki si pd gai aur meri baho mein jhol gai mein ose uthake bed pe leaya aur rajai mein le lia,aur uspuar late gya ak to srdi uper se rajai mein ate hiUske garm jism ke sath apna grm jism. I wrote you a letter, will you ever reply? I wanted you to tell me if you’d love me – might you? Typing words is easy, but when we meet, will we talk – or, naked, will we make love until the sun is up again? I wanted so much for you to tell me that you would… and how, dear EmmaP, how might it be? I will imagine. EmmaP for Princess… Let me kiss you. Yes: More beautiful than a summer’s day. Just like that poet said – he never knew you, but his thoughts are mine of you. I fill myself with the.