I wanted…..to say thatI was feeling weird to say him about my mom so I simply invited him to my house.Me. Bro will you come to my house todayRaghav ...smilleed at me and said‘yes why not I’m your best friend ‘I knew why he was smiling.So I went home and I told him to come at 4pm but he came to my house at 3.Me. You came so earlyRaghav. Yeah I was free so I came earlyWe went to my room whereas my mom was sleeping in her roomRaghav. You wanted to say something rightMe. No nothingRaghav. Okay.We were. She covered his hand in her own and squeezed for a second. "Now then, you go on. I'll take the children and we'll wander around here for a while. It's not like there's nothing to do and see here."Zeke took off his coat and handed it to her. She took it and passed him back a tote bag. He hesitated for a moment. "Jennifer, are you sure that you don't want to come too? After all, its part of your history too." Not like yours. Most of my memories are of meeting you and the two of us together. You. I'd never met Alan before but I could tell right away that we had nothing in common. He was twenty-two, I was thirty-five. He had died blonde hair and six earrings; I was dark and wore only one sleeper. He wore denim dungarees with rips and a tight fitting tee shirt; I wore army-trousers and a loose fitting white shirt. He was slim and smooth; me stocky and hairy.You get the picture.On the way to the club I sat in the front with Norm driving and Alan sat in the bat chattering about his friends,. Instead, she just grinned and cocked an eyebrow. “You’re gonna get it tiny.” I menaced with a smile, narrowing my eyes at her and taking a step towards her. Now she broke, turning and scampering away from me trying to make a sharp turn around the side of the couch. I took two long steps and intercepted her as one end of the couch. She let out a laughing scream (you know what I mean) as I tackled her onto the couch. I was spread on top of her while she laid kicking and screaming on her.