Your Mother and I will take a walk."I didn't have any idea what was going on, but I nodded my head yes andsmiled sweetly at Nancy. When we were alone,... Nancy asked me to sit closeto her."I read the reports about your Mothers death, and your living conditionsbefore you came here. I talked to Mrs. Bertram from your old school. Shesaid that you were a bright student in a terrible situation. She alsomentioned that she thought that you might be easily intimidated. Iwonder if you can tell me why you. “How? Why? What!!?!!” I asked back with a puzzled look on my face.“I should teach you then” she said. “kyon?” I asked. “Saare part saaf rakhne chahiye…tumhari body hai na?” Said aunty.“Uncle bhi saaf karte hain apna udhar” she said and called uncle to come over.For them….Everything they wanted to show me about being a man was by a comparing it with uncle. Uncle came and stood next to with a puzzled “what’s going on here?” look. Aunty didn’t even as for permission, lifted his baniyan and started. "Recital?" I asked.Mom threw a couch pillow at me. "Don't be a brat. You know darned well you promised me last Christmas that you would play for the Church." The Church?" I mused.Another pillow. "Father!" Mom cried.Dad looked up, first at Mom, then me, then back to Mom, then back into his book. "A duet, I believe, if my memory serves me right," he said.Mom and I looked at each other, mouths open, then at Dad, shocked by this indisputable evidence that he was actually aware of what happened. I was magnificent. I slipped on a pair of her heels, my favorite redones, grateful that she hadn't worn them to go out. Strutting to thekitchen, I poured myself a glass of white wine and sipped it, making amental note to be sure to clean any lipstick off the rim of the glass.I hummed as I went back to the bedroom, glass in hand, set my drink onthe dresser, and began striking poses in front of the long mirror,delighted in how saucily sexy I looked. I turned around, looked backover my.