I can't afford a dead loss, so we need to generate income in order to keep you employed," I said."How do you plan to do that?" he asked."You said it y...ourself, I can't ride my trike to Tryon. There have to other people who need things they can't handle themselves. We just need to make enough money to pay the expenses including your salary." What do you mean?" he asked."We are going into the pick up and delivery business. It shouldn't cost too much to get started. I already have a mini delivery. Few cars/ bikes did pass by but we seemed unruffled and so engrossed...word's jjst fell out and got carried away withe the breeze since the only response we could sum up was a slight hmmm...and the silence filled in the rest of ojr sentences.Either of us did not mind the time the location the eerieness of the place where we.stood away from the eyes away from any thoughts away from the regular grind..it was just us and our hands grazing each other till we finally held hands for the first time in. ’ Rip Howard looked at the front cover of the brand new, hot off the press edition of ‘celebrity skinz’. ‘Bullshit.’ he said to himself, reading over the article as he waited to see Hector Landon, head man in charge here at celebrity skinz and the only man that can make or break a reporter’s career with the snap of his fingers. He had done a lot of work in the past for Hector, but all that stopped after he was black listed. Now Hector had no choice but to accept Rip’s deal, Rip was the only. Usually Farheen used to share the bed with my mother. I used to share the bed with my father. However, on this day since he was drunk he shifted himself to a spare bed in another room.Everything was going fine until at about 11 PM at night when I heard some sound. I thought perhaps some thief had entered our house. So I quietly crept to catch and crawled in the verandah. When I peeped through the window of my father’s room I was thunderstruck. My father was lying in bed in deep sleep. Farheen.