She heard me enter the room.Without looking up, she said, “Hi honey. What time are Claire and Kalista coming over tomorrow morning?”“Mom ... how... could you possibly ... Were you listening in on the phone?”“No, dear ... this is Sunday, two days before the start of Cotillion. You and Claire haven’t danced in about four weeks, so I put two and two together and figured it out. I’m not stupid, you know.”“I’m sorry, Mom, what’s all this in front of you?” I asked.“I am just trying to organize this. She seemed gladthat I had company.I always spoke to Virginie in the feminine. English speakers will notunderstand that when I say: "my dear" in English it could be to eithersex, but I always addressed her as "ma Cherie". In French you have tochoose gender, so I did. She did not mind. It was then just our privatething.It was not long before she was ready to go out, and even with the searchfor "the lost boy" still going on, she felt totally secure in a dress,with her dark hair arranged by my. ”“Okay.”“We’ll head out after your breakfast. We’ll need to stop once, then we’ll head up.”The place they stopped was down an alley. They got out and went to a basement door of a moderately large old house. Theresa knocked a tattoo to gain entrance. The older woman who opened it smiled at them. “Aren’t you lovely,” she said to Karissa.“Thanks,” Karissa smiled back.The woman’s smile changed to a frown and she sighed, her hand lifting and gently stroked through Karissa’s black hair. “Lovely,” she. Me batana bhul gaya ki jab me dost ke gher gaya tha tab barish ka mosam chal raha tha par barish hone ka nam hi nahi le rahi thi or me bhi yahi soch ke gaya tha ki barish nahi hai to jaypal ke yaha ho aau.Fir me or did gher pahuche tab kuchh sade saat baj rahe the andhera ho raha tha do hi ke liye khana bana tha to der kiss bat ki sabji bana di or roti ko thodi der bad bana ne ko keh kar me chhat per chala gay. or idhaer udher dekhne lagapar jaha par roshni thi wah dikhta tha fir me kuchh der.
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