The visitor was a boy just about ravi’s age. Geeta squinted at him, wondering why his face looked so familiar.”Yes?” She held the door open, aut...omatically drawing the robe tight across her chocchiyan.”Hi,” the boy said. He smiled. “My name’s Mastram. You know my mom, Savita Sharma?” Geeta flushed, instantly feeling a cold sense of trepidation. What reason could Savita have for sending her son to visit her? “Y-yes, I know her,” Geeta stammered. “What do you want to see me about?”Well, it’s not. Don said, "Are you boys ready to start school?"Jack and Tom said they were."Are either of you planning on trying out for sports?" Don asked.Jack said, "I may tryout for soccer, but I don't have any interest in lacrosse."Tom said, "I think I will see if they have a photography club. I messed around with it at our old school, but could never afford the necessary equipment."Marc smiled at his son and said, "Well that shouldn't be a problem any more." Marc asked Tom, "How about sports?"Tom said,. } Come on now honey, you enjoyed it, I watched you and you were having the time of your life{ What ever, It will never happen again,get out now and you better not ever pull any shit like that again or where done,}she closes the door as I walk out. Those guys look at me as I walk over and sit down, wow, she for real? ya, that's the way she usually talks like, man, she acts like shedid no wrong. . she didn't even ask if we were still here or nothing , wow ,ILL BET SHE FREAKS OUT WHEN SHE COME. ”“Jack you do not have to help as you has to work tonight,” I replied to him as we started out the back door.“I hired him on a few days ago, Ann,” Frank said to me. “That is if it is OK with you?” Frank then asked me.“I guess it is,” I replied not for sure of that answer.The three of us split the workouts of the horses. In a few hours, they were finished except for one new horse Frank had just received. It was a wild reddish colored mustang mare. Frank and I have been trying for about a week to.