Aunty ka naam vasundra hai. Unka ghar humari building ke ground floor per hai .Jaha wo apne husband or apne 3 bachho ke sath rehti hai. Jayda tar mein... aunty ko uss nazar se nhi dekhta tha per ek din jab wo humare ghar aayi .Tab sab kuch badal sa gya ,hua aisa tha ki aunty meri mummy se unki favourite saari lene aayi thi kyuki unhe marriage function mein jana tha . Meri mummy ne aunty ko saari di or kaha ki andher room mein jaa ker try ker lo or meri mummy kuch kaam se chli gyi kitchen mein. Near the back of the garden a stone potting shed with a glass house attached had been built against the dividing wall between the two houses. Beyond the shed but before the back wall there was a doorway in the dividing wall, although judging by the build-up of compost at the bottom, many years had passed since it was last opened opened. Mrs Cameron had told Angus that at one time the two properties had shared a gardener, and the potting shed had been built on their side of the wall because it. “I might be wrong, and I don’t want to jinx anything, but I think you did it.”“Did what?” I asked stupidly.“Maybe I should say, ‘WE did it,'” she said, glancing down and then back up at me.“‘Did it’?” I asked. “Oh! DID it. Did it.” The idea was sobering. “You think we made a baby just then?”“Sometimes you just know,” she said. “Sometimes.”“Wow,” I said, words failing me.I slid down to one knee and took her shoes, socks, jeans, and underwear off. I spent some time folding her clothes, unlike. You’ve shown the courage to show up. I think you’re going to do great. You’ll shed these pounds in no time.”Ben led Sophie from the office, escorted her to the locker room and took his leave. The rest of the evening went quietly, and soon closing time approached. He waved to Sophie as she left. She was aglow with perspiration, but she smiled back. Double-checking that Sophie had been the last customer left in the building, Ben locked the front door from inside and started picking up, resetting.