While at her own mother's funeral, a woman meets a guy she doesn't know. she thinks this guy is amazing — her dream man — and is pretty sure he could be the love of her life. however, she never asked for his name or number and afterwards could not find anyone who knows who he was. so how did she find the man

To find the man whom she knows nothing about, she kills her sister in expectation of his presence in the funeral.

Explanation:

This is a type of riddle that comes under psychological study. Questions like these are formed to understand the physic and mental thoughts of a person. To find the man, she kills her sister believing he would come for her sister's funeral too. In fact, an alternative solution is hard to find. She has to either stalk him or go through her mother's friends and connections. Otherwise, something like killing her sister.  

free time is when all my homework and chores have been done for the day and i am "free" to do things that i enjoy doing.

usually i spend time watching television. as my favorite tv shows come on at specific times, i make sure that i finish my homework and chores well before the shows. otherwise i will have to miss them. mostly i manage to watch the shows but sometimes extra homework or chores may cause me to miss a show or two, but it is rare. anyhow if i know that i am definitely not able to catch a show in time, i will just set the video recorder to tape the show sothe evening when the weather is fine, i sometimes go for a stroll around the neighborhood with my friends. this is the time when most the neighbors have come home from work or school. we say hello to those whom we know. they are mostly friendly people and they acknowledge our greetings. once in a while we come upon unfriendly neighbors but we just ignore them and carry on. that i can watch it later.

d.) then bernice winced as marjorie tossed her own hair over her shoulders and began to twist it slowly into two long blond braids until in her cream-colored negligée she looked like a delicate painting of some saxon princess. fascinated, bernice watched the braids grow. heavy and luxurious they were, moving under the supple fingers like restive snakes—and to bernice remained this relic and the curling iron and a to-morrow full of eyes.