"Don't tell me..."She pulled me back to her breast, holding my face against her and stroking my hair."Yes James, I want you to play Santa for us tonig...ht. If you do a good job, I will give you a special present when we get home tonight."I put up a fuss, complaining about rug rats, smelly costumes, and such but the more I thought about it the better I liked it. Here was my excuse for not putting up with all the boring spouses and their boring talk. I could 'Ho! Ho! HO!' it through the night and. .. do you need anything at the moment?"She smiled at him."Soon. But you don't have to ... you've done a lot already!" Do you remember what we were talking about yesterday, Jo ... about getting your life back on track ... well, you're going to need a bit more help, aren't you!" Yeah ... I suppose ... but I didn't really think ... I thought you were just being kind!" No! I meant it all! I think you're as bright as you said you are! That room upstairs is yours for as long as you want it, and there. Ami boudee ke bollam, “boudee eta ki korle. Ek bar bolbe to tomar jore pecchab peyechee?” Boudee amake bollo, “naa, kalke tumi amar moot ta nijer ichche te khele, tai ami aaj ke amar ichche tomake amar moot khete dilam.” Ami takhon boudeer guude duto angul pure bollam, “theek ache boudee tumi theek korecho. Amar to sabsomeye tomar moton sundoree der guud theke beruno guuder ras aar moot khete bhalo lage. Tobe eibar theke jakhon moot be to amake bole mooto ta nahole ekhonkar moton moot gulo sab. So it came. Now we were downstairs in the man cave, fresh Margs before us. I was enjoying my alcohol buzz and I really didn’t care if we played cards or not but since the women had united and breached the sanctuary of the man cave, we had to play at least few hands of some card game. Of course, poker it was. Our host kept refilling the pitcher of Margs that kept circling the table. The mood was boisterous and loud, laughter became contagious and uncontrollable as the group downed pitcher after.