After the lunch stop, Jean began to tell Tom the true story of her life. Beginning when her mother, the aunt in Dallas, had told her that she was ille...gitimate, to the time Jake, her ‘father’, had picked her up in a dance hall and taken her as his mistress. When she had finished her story, she asked Tom if she could stay with him as his wife for a while. Tom told her that the rig belonged to him. He had no living relatives, so it would be easy enough to settle down in Dallas for a couple of. “I don’t know—it’s still a drug to me,” she said. She never complained about my smoking it, a sign of her liberalism, but she had never asked for any.“Nonsense,” I said. This stuff is extremely mild. Nothing, in fact, could have been further from the truth. “Come on, I’ll show you,” I said. My mom always wanted to be perceived as liberal, so she went ahead and took. It took a few minutes to get her to hold it in her lungs, but after a while, she was able to. We both fell silent then. She and I. Pura karo ok papa kah k mai kamre me aai papa ne main gate band kiya tabhi mai kuch lene k liye bahar ko aai maine dekha wo aunty mummy papa wale bedroom me ja rahi thi papa dikh nahi rahe theMaine dhyaan na diya maine socha ki sayad papa unko ghar dikha rahe hoge mai apne kamre me thi tabhi jor se hasne ki aawaj aai to mai nikal k us bedroom ki taraf gai uska bhi gate band tha maine socha gate kyo band hai khair maine koi aawaj na ki or apne kamre me aa k bedroom or mere kamre k bich me bani. He could hear the clicking of her high heels on the cement walkway. He almost ran to the door and unlocked it. He quickly got it open to see his wife standing with her keys in her hand. ?Oh baby, you don’t know how worried I was when you didn’t call back!? Gloria walked inside as Conner shut the door. Conner examined his wife up close as he reached out to hold her in his arms. Her hair was messed and makeup smeared but she looked ok. He started to kiss her smelling the scent of whiskey on.