I looked up at him, realizing that he was biting down on the collar of his sweater; trying to do everything he could to stop himself from screaming. ...It was a good thing too, because at the same time, I could hear a young couple making their way into the fitting area. “Ok, I’m gonna try on the blouse first and then you tell me what you think. Okay?” said a high pitched female voice. “Sure” answered her boyfriend. Right away I could tell they were both young, most likely high school students out. A crushing swell of dread pummeled me the moment my foot lighted on the first step on the bus. Bussing meant going back home. Home meant dealing with Harold. Harold meant living a lie. Dread and shame overawed me. Harold was a tyrant and together we had faked being a normal family for years. He betrayed my mother and blamed her for abandoning me. Unwittingly, I’d enabled him. I couldn’t do it anymore. My flesh crawled, even my clothes chaffed, just thinking about acting like nice old Bell for. She was playing with her kid and I was enjoying staring at her cleavage and she noticed and never minded.That gave me some confidence.She brought breakfast for me.She:how many dosa you will eat?I:just 3 are enough!She:just three is enough for your whole body?I:I think its sufficient .What do you think?She: eat much,you may be having a lot of work today.I:(with confusion)oh! Whats that?She: will let you know soon.After eating I went to take bath.After bathing I sat was watching tv,and she went. She was beautiful, however. No one could deny that. She had highcheekbones, elegantly shaped eyes, a delicate and perfectly formed noseand full lips. I wrinkled my nose at her and saw her mirror my action. I frowned ather. She frowned back. Smiled. She smiled back. "Incredible," Ithought. "That is me. That is really me." Admiring that new face?" Deirdre teased. "Huh?" I responded?startled. I hadn't heard her coming up behind me."Oh?no. Not admiring it?more like trying to get used.