With a sigh, Chaps collapsed in a boneless heap beside the fire.Buford reacted instantly. Forgetting the girl, he rolled sideways into the dark, pulli...ng at his pants to get them back up. He lost the knife in the process, but didn’t care. He’d taken off his gun belt so he could get his pants down, and so the girl couldn’t try to grab for a gun, and it was lying on the ground not far from the fire. Seeing the girl’s dress, he dashed into the light, snatching up the dress and throwing it on top of. Divorce means only having one parent. Having one parent sucks. I was starting to wish I was living in some giant video game and that I could press reset and start today over.Tara appeared at my shoulder, also wrapped in a gown.“What’s going on?”“Shhh!”There was silence in the room and then the door burst open. Mum stood in the doorway with Dad looming over her shoulder. They both looked pissed.“What are you two up to? Are you spying on us now?” Mum was almost hissing she was so mad.“This is. O..o.o…o.o..oo…..o… 3/4 miniter moton partho riyar pachha ta ke tule tule amar leuarar upore jhaki marlooooo aar jhaki marar samai bolchhilo ne ne amar chodan rani sali kha chodan kha reee aro ne aaj toke eto sukh deboo reee ahhhh tui kono dino bhulte parbi na re kakur barar moton bara aar pabi ki na thik nei re tai aaj maja lute ne reeeeee ahhhh ohhhhhhh. Dekhlam riya amar thot ta ke kamde dhorloooo aar tar gud diye amar bara ke chepe dhorlo.Partho hapiye giye take chhehde dilo. Ami niche. ‘How do you make it moist?’ I asked. ‘Oil,’ was the reply. ‘Coconut.’ ‘I use butter,’ I texted. ‘That would work too,’ Cathy said. ‘But if you’re really good you don’t need to use anything,’ I continued. We kept going back and forth with vaguely veiled food analogies for a while, discussing spices, pie and whip cream and how variety keeps things interesting. ‘Just all this talk of food is making me big,’ I texted. It was but it wasn’t my already slightly pudgy stomach I was really referring.