“Their parents just picked them up.” He said with a smile, “How are you doing?”“It’s pretty big but I have found all the edges.”Mr Norma...n started picking up pieces and putting them down. Occasionally he put one into place. Once again I was engrossed in what I was doing and took no notice of his closeness or his hand on my shoulder or on the back of my neck, though this did give me a warm feeling.“Do you drink tea Mike?” he asked after a while.“Yes please sir.” I replied.“Call me Henry. But. Dan ami amr muhk ta aunti ar sari dia dhaka navi borabor nia gia rakhlam tokhono aunti kisui na bola amr matha musa dissa. To ami aktu shos paya amr muhkta ta sarir upor tar navi ta ghosa suru korlam. Kisuikhon por dekhlam aunti towel ta amr mathai dhora asa. To ami mukh taTula dakhi aunti ar chokh bondho to ami tokhon amr hot hoya gelam dan aunti ar sari ta sorai dia tar navi ta akta kiss korlam aunti amr matha ta sokto kora dhorlo. Ami tokhon tar navi pet jiv dia chatte thaklam r amr hat tar. “Google him!” my mom insisted. “Look at his photos from the 50s and 60s!”“I’m not going to look for photos of Burt Lancaster, mom, don’t be silly,” I said, laughing out loud. “But seriously, I have an old Louis Malle film on DVD. It’s called Murmur of the Heart. Do you want to watch it?”“What is it all about?” my mom inquired.“It’s like an artsy film from the early 70s,” I started. “It’s the story of a teenage boy who becomes ill and goes on a vacation with his mom.”“Is it any good?” she. I honestly never thought that I would, but the fantasy was now in my head nevertheless.It was about three months later when I overheard my daughter talking on the phone with one of her friends. On the following Saturday she was going to a sweet sixteen party at one of her friend's house. Now, as I heard her on the phone, I paused outside of her room, listening. Soon I realized that she would be drinking at the party.I debated what to do. Six months earlier she had gone to one of those parties.