He began to think her remark about “that’s the only snatch you’re going to see tonight” was more fact than joke.Entering the room, he set down... the bag of leftovers, still not sure how to proceed. It seemed ridiculous to him, they were two middle aged adults, both experienced in these matters and he was acting like it was his first time. However, because of her past, he didn’t want her to think he was taking advantage of her and he didn’t want to be added to the list of nameless male bodies that. Everything matters. Every small step the wrong way, matters.The red light clicked into green as if it’d said all it needed to say. Wetting my lips, I eased onto the accelerator. Drove past the pastures and tiny neighborhoods toward Aunt Cici’s house. She’d been the family rock since my grandfather died and my grandmother drowned herself in Jameson. She was the only one who never gave up on me. Refused to let me give up on myself. But she had cancer now. Pancreatic. I promised myself. ” Anupomer kotha gulo shune Nupur muchkee hanshte hanshte dada ke bollo, “haan dada, ami amar shshuree ke nijer chele aar cheler bondhu ke diye guud aar pond diye du duto banra gilte dekhe bhishon bhabe garom hoye porechee. Amar aar rikhbar obosthate te neyee. Cholo dada, ei bar tumi neeche eshe shoeye poro aar ami tomar oopore chore tomar khara banra ta amar guude bhore tomake chude dee.” Ei bole Nupur nijer dada ke neeche phele diye dadar oopore chore boshlo aar dadar banra ta hathe kore. Friday evening rolled around and I was in my bedroom getting dressed to head over to Jennie's when she gave me the olfactory alert and appeared in the doorway."Enjoying an evening out, are we?" Not we, me. I'm having dinner with a friend from my college days." What's her name?"I turned and looked at her. "How do you know it's a her?" Oh, just a knack I have. I can sense just a hint of excitement in you that wouldn't be there if you were having a night out with the boys. Unless you're planning.