The Colonel and I said nothing, while a lot of individuals who didn’t realize Rosy lauded her excellencies and pronounced to be crushed, and from the start, it irritated me. I didn’t need individuals she didn’t have the foggiest idea—and individuals she didn’t care for—to be tragic. They’d never thought often about her, and now they were carrying on as though she were a sister. In any case, I surmise I didn’t have any acquaintance with her totally, all things considered. On the off chance that I had, I’d have understood what she’d implied by “To proceed?” And if I had thought often about her as I ought to have, as I suspected I did, how is it possible that I would have released her? So they didn’t trouble me, truly. Be that as it may, close to me, the Colonel inhaled gradually and profoundly through his nose like a bull going to charge. He feigned exacerbation when Weekday Warrior Brook, whose guardians had gotten an advancement report graciousness of Rosy, said, “I’m simply pitiful I never revealed to her I adored her. I simply don’t get why.” “That is such bologna,” the Colonel said as we strolled to lunch. “As though Brook cares the slightest bit about Rosy.” “If Brook kicked the bucket, wouldn’t you be dismal?” I inquired. “I surmise, however, I wouldn’t lament the reality I never revealed to her I adored her. I don’t cherish her. She’s an imbecile.” I thought every other person had a preferable pardon to lament over we did—all things considered, they hadn’t murdered her—yet I knew not to attempt to converse with the Colonel when he was frantic. nine days after “I have a theory,” the Colonel said as I strolled in the entryway following a hopeless day of classes. The virus had started to ease up, yet word had not spread to whoever ran the heaters, so the study halls were all stodgy and overheated, and I simply needed to slither into bed and rest until the opportunity arrived to do everything over once more. “Missed you in class today,” I noted as I plunked down on my bed. The Colonel sat at his work area, slouched over a journal. I set down on my back and pulled the covers up over my head, yet the Colonel was undiscouraged. “Right, indeed, I was occupied with thinking of the hypothesis, which isn’t horrendously likely, as a matter of fact, yet it’s conceivable. In this way, tune in. She kisses you. That evening, somebody calls. Sameer, I envision. They have a battle—about cheating or about something different—who can say for sure. So she’s disturbed, and she needs to go see him. She returns to the room crying, and she advises us to assist her with getting grounds. Furthermore, she’s gone nuts, since, I don’t have the foggiest idea, suppose since, in such a case that she can’t go visit him, Sameer will part ways with her. That is only a speculative explanation. So she gets off grounds, tanked and all irritated, and she’s angry at herself over whatever it is, and she’s driving along and sees the cop vehicle and afterward instantly everything meets up and the finish to her tangled secret is looking straight at her privilege and she simply does it, straight and quick, simply focuses on the cop vehicle and never turns, not because she’s flushed but since she committed suicide.” “That is crazy. She wasn’t pondering Sameer or battling with Sameer. She was making out with me. I attempted to raise the entire Sameer thing, however, she just shushed me.” “So who called her?” I commenced my sofa-bed and, my clenched handballed, crushed my hand against the divider with every syllable as I said, “I! DON’T! KNOW! What’s more, you know what, it doesn’t make any difference. She’s dead. Is the splendid Colonel going to sort out something that is going to make her less cracking dead?” But it made a difference which is the reason I continued beating at our soot block dividers and why the inquiries had coasted underneath the surface for seven days. Who’d called? What wasn’t right? For what reason did she leave? Sameer had not gone to her burial service. Nor had he called us to say he was heartbroken, or to ask us what occurred. He had quite recently vanished, and obviously, I had pondered. I had contemplated whether she had any aim of staying faithful to her commitment that we would proceed. I had pondered who called, and why, and what made her so steamed. However, I’d prefer to wonder than find solutions I was unable to live with. “Possibly she was driving there to say a final farewell to Sameer, at that point,” the Colonel said, his voice out of nowhere edgeless. He plunked down on the side of my bed. “I don’t have the foggiest idea. I would truly prefer not to know.” “No doubt, well,” he said. “I need to know. Since, in such a case that she understood what she was doing, Pudge, she made us accessories. What’s more, I disdain her for that. That is to say, God, take a gander at us. We can’t converse with anybody any longer. So tune in, I worked out a course of action: One. Converse with onlookers. Two. Sort out how tanked she was. Three. Sort out where she was going, and why.