“Sweets, get going!! We’re all waiting for you.”
“All?”
“Just come, will you? The heat is killing me, I’m going to kill you if you don’t come over in five.”
Would she be with them? The Chitra Basu. In her faded floral palazzo pants billowing in the warm summer wind, cat-eye sunglasses catching the glare of the sun and her lush locks shrouding half her beautiful face, brushing her supple pink unpainted lips. I picked my handbag, stashed some notes from the drawer, snatched the keys, locked the door and walked out before I could allow myself to hold back and hesitate. Continue reading