So we got gun laws, nobody goes out at night without one. We got speed limits, though youd have to be plum loco to do more than 90 down main street an...d get a ticket, and we got laws about whoring, no more than $25 a short time. And we got laws about getting laid. Pastor Jenkins started it. One Sunday he gave a sermon about the demise of the ordinary American. We were dying out. We just werent having enough kids. Hell in a hundred years there wouldnt be any ordinary folk left! Go Forth, he said,. Because Raju generally do not come inside the house. I searched for the my t shirt or banyan. But I could not find one immediately. So I thought I will go in my shorts, open the door and come back.When I opened the door I was surprised to see Gita and Raju both. They were both coloured. Before I could react They pulled me outside and wished me holi. Raju told” ghar ganda ho jayega saab. Bahar hi aapko thodasa rang lagayenge”. I tried to avide and said that I do not play holi. But they forced me. “Um, sorry. I was up late till 3 in the morning watching films. Please don’t mind the clothes on the bed. Have a seat on the couch”, I said balling up all the clothes on my bed and threw them into the tub in the corner.She said, “My name is Ananya. I live in the next door, and am new here,” while handing me a box of homemade vadas and sweets. “I made them today morning. Take a bite and tell me how they are.”I replied, “Thank you. I am Karan. And sorry that I didn’t meet you this whole week. I. “Dad, this is Sona.”“You can call me Floyd.” the gray haired man offered. The blonde Sona smiled innocently. She was clearly unsure of how to reply when being introduced so formally.The trio stood near a mock camp sight. Complete with mannequin campers and a fully pitched tent. The camping display felt isolated from the rest of the store by the high shelves of neighboring sections. As if the designers had purposely created a clearing in the middle of the store to make their customers feel.