I poured myself a drink and he just got himself some juice.Slowly we opened up, discussed a lot about politics, cricket and many other stuff. Time fle...w and i had emptied the whole bottle. And like any good whiskey, the hit was slow and steady. But soon I realized i was tipsy, I was about to ask my leave and hit the sack when my grandfather said….“Arjun remember when you were a kid how you used to sleep with your head resting on my lap”I said “Yes, that used to be some days…. I really wish i was. Brandon appeared to be struggling to keep a loopy sort of grin from his face, and not precisely succeeding; and Meredith had the sort of inner glow a woman only got from being three months along. There was clapping, and cheering, and the clinking of glasses.God help us, they're children, Zach thought.God help us, we're all children.The food was good; Mr. and Mrs. Levine had spared no expense, and Brandon and Meredith had dipped into their own savings besides. And there was alcohol, even though. Suddenly, out popped a drawer. Was Idisappointed? Perhaps, but my hopes were still high for what lay inside.I removed the drawer from the wall, and moved into the kitchen to inspectit. Blowing the mass of dust out of the box, I reached into the drawerand grabbed its contents. Inside it laid a couple of notes, and somethingI didn't know how to describe.Imagine if someone had managed to fuse together a Game Boy, a portableradio, and a manually operated whisk. That's the clunky device I held inmy. Who else was here? It didn't matter, the day was too nice to worry. A splashing sound. Not long and I would open my eyes, join the others in the water. Just a few more moments of peace and quiet. Steps near me, the sound of rain. Just as I was about to open my eyes a shower of droplets hit me.“Oh, you bastard”, I laughed and jumped to my feet. And then I froze. I had been dreaming. This wasn't one of my friends. This was my owner. I had just called my owner a bastard. He had changed, his black.