I open the door and see the mom and littlegirl about five or six waiting. "Thank you sweetie. Is your suitcaseheavy it looks so big for a little girl ...like yourself to be carrying."I drag the bag outside and see Mr. Wilson notices I left the bathroom ashe finishes pumping gas into the car. "Yes my suitcase is heavy." Whatam I saying this isn't my suitcase? "I mean Mr. Wilson carried it overhere from his car." So he isn't your uncle or any type of relative sweetie? Are you okay?"I look at her. ”“How did I get to be so lucky?” she asked, her voice showing a mix of mirth and irony.“My choice. I can’t promise that to everyone! And I don’t get to replace you if you find your own guy, which, I have to say, I hope you do.”“You know Swedish guys! Ugh! But I’ve met a few men from England who work for Volvo who were very nice. I see them every few months when they come to Göteborg. Before I forget, will I see Sofia?”“She’s coming to dinner tonight. She’ll bring Stavros and Alexa with her,. Cindy saw me looking at her mom and said ‘Don’t get any ideas Mr Matthews, you are mine for tonight.’ Just tonight? Does that mean Cindy wouldn’t mind if I hit it off with her mom? My drink fuddled brain wasn’t up to working out the consequences right then, but my balls were clear about their immediate intent. Cindy grabbed my hand and led me along the soft carpeted floor and into her room. A quick glance showed it was the room of a girl going through the transition to womanhood. There was an. I must have been; my parents despised me. Absolutely despised me, to the point of cursing at me in front of my siblings. I don’t know what it was that I did or that I said, but it was all my fault, everything that had every gone wrong in our family. My twin sisters took up that same feeling and they enjoyed the pain that I was in. They did things to me mercilessly, toying with my life and what friends I could procure from my shitty little existence. I’m getting ahead of myself with all of this….