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Lessons - Chapter 1: Josie
“Lessons are the paving stones of our path through life.”
The day was sunny and warm but not yet humid. Just an all-around nice spring day in late April. It was Friday about 2 pm and I was rolling up I-95 north of Baltimore to a ritzy little town called Bel Air. I looked at my MMF. (‘MMF’ was what I called my company cell phone, slash, blackberry, slash, 10 mega pixel digital camera, slash, GPS device and so on.) I had seen them at the contractor show in Vegas and talked the boss into getting me and him the deluxe models and the rest of the project managers the basic version. They were awesome. It said to take state route 924 off the interstate and head west.
So with the windows down in the big old white box truck and the radio playing rock and roll, I headed west to meet with Sonny, my friend and boss and owner of Sunnyside Custom Builders, and my next clients. The clients were a piece of work, I had been forewarned, A former major leaguer, and current Baltimore Orioles Coach, Mr. Rusty Caitlin and his wife, who was from all reports, a raging bitch. Great, I always got the winners. I followed the MMF (Oh, MMF stands for Magic Mother Fucker if you hadn’t guessed already) down and around a couple of side streets and found myself in a very high end neighborhood with mansions and ‘want-to-be castles’, the norm.
Up and down one rolling hill after another, I was seeing some impressive spreads out there. I was getting close because the MMF was counting down in point/miles and the addresses were approaching the target number. I saw Sonny’s White Hummer at the bottom of the next hill. He was standing next to it talking on the phone while smoking a cigarette. I had plenty of time to look to my right, as I headed down the hill I could see just this huge stone Mansion with a vast green lawn out in front. There was, however a 10 foot high stone wall that ran next to road and stretched, at least, on up to the top of the next hill. The wall effectively blocked the view of the property as the road neared the bottom and started to level out. Where Sonny was parked there were two large square pillars about 30 feet apart and roughly 18 or so feet high with an archway between them. I pulled up behind Sonny and jumped out.
“Hey boss, 10 minutes to spare.”
He nodded acknowledgement that I was there and put up a single finger indicating he would be one second or so on the phone.
So I took a moment to look through the big iron gate that stretched between the pillars and took in the view. Sonny wrapped up his call and came over to me and joined me in silence as we took in the house and perfectly manicure grounds.
“Damn,” I said in mock awe, “I didn’t think he was that good.”
“Me neither,” Sonny agreed, “Maybe he had a good agent.”
“Or good investment dude.” I added.
“Or both.” Sonny pondered further.
I looked at the two entry security cameras, one for the passenger and one for the driver, and the video screen with card access system below it. Then I looked up at the top of the wall, pointed iron spikes about every foot or so with a security camera, in a 360 degree swivel mounted weather proof case every 50 yards or so. Damn, I’d seen the entrances to Embassy compounds down in DC that were less impressive.
“I see this guy takes his security seriously.”
“Josh,”Sonny was giving me a warning, “This guy takes everything seriously.” Lovely!
Sonny announced us at the video screen and after a few seconds the iron gate began rolling to the right and disappearing into the column and wall. I rolled my truck through the archway, with more clearance than I expected, and followed Sonny down the driveway. The driveway was almost 40 feet across, enough room that if there were a row of cars parked on it there would still be enough room for two way traffic, and there were posh flower beds on either side all with colorful spring flowers sprouting up in organized clumps. The path continued down to a drive around circle with a fountain in the middle that was directly in front of the covered main entry, then it continued on around the right side of the house to the rear where there were 3 garage entry doors on the rear of the house, to our left and 2 more garage doors in an adjacent building directly in front of us, which I would soon learn was the back half of the pool house building.
We pulled over to the side and I watched Sonny get out and cart out a couple of large binders, which I knew contained his copy and the customer’s copy of the contract along with the engineering details and product specs, job schedule and the like. Then he brought out 2 rolled up copies of the blueprints. One was the original approved and signed copy that had to remain on the jobsite, under lock and key, and the other was the customer copy. I also had 2 binders, and 2 rolls of blueprints. 1 of mine was the ‘working copy’ that was mine to work off of and mark up etc., and the other was the set that I would divide up amongst the sub-contractors and the various company employees that would actually be doing the work. We carted our wares back up the driveway and around to the front entry. I dare say we looked official all loaded down with all our documents.
We didn’t have to knock as Rusty was waiting for us. I had seen him play, but in person he looked a lot bigger. I was 6 ft. 5 and around 260, not a small man by any measure, plus I lifted weights regularly and felt that I was in pretty good shape, but Rusty was a little taller, maybe an inch or so and at least 30 pounds heavier, most of that weight in his arms and chest. I remembered he had been with the Orioles for 13 of his 15 years, playing outfield, some first base and occasionally DH. He had been an all-star a couple times, but never really threatened Cooperstown. As he wound down his career I think he went to Toronto or Boston where he pinch hit and rode the bench. A decent career, and now that he was Baltimore’s strength coach he looked like he was in phenomenal shape. I smiled to myself, I bet they don’t check coaches for steroids. Rusty had a reputation for being a hot head and for loving the ladies, neither quality led me to the conclusion that he would end up living on a huge estate in an upscale neighborhood. My inner genius told me that the close cut patch of bright red hair, now showing a touch of gray, he sported under his cap, may have led to his nickname. Duh!
At least he seemed friendly; he stuck out his hand and grabbed Sonny’s.
“Hey, Sonny, we’re finally getting this show on the road.” He punctuated the greeting with a pronounced up and down shake.
Sonny turned my way and introduced me, “Rusty, this is Josh Miller, he will be your on-site project manager, and I dare say; one of the best, if not ‘the best’ in the business.”
I kind of half laughed and half scoffed, Geeze,” thanks boss.” As I shook Rusty’s large hand, I looked directly into his steel gray eyes and said “He’s never said anything that nice about me before, I guess I don’t have any choice but to do a good job here.”
Rusty smiled. “Good to meet you, call me Rusty.”
I replied “Rusty, it’s an honor to meet one of the Baltimore area’s sports legends.” I was being overly admiring but usually it worked out okay, especially on the first meeting.
A woman’s voice shouted down from upstairs.
“Are those god damned contractors here yet?”
Rusty turned to us with an ‘I’m sorry’ expression on his face and looked up at the top of the stairs and to the balcony overlooking the entryway, towards the voice that was still hidden out of our view he half shouted; “Um, yes honey, the god damned contractors are right here.”
Sonny and I were looking at each other and smiling. She appeared at the end of the balcony from what I took as the bedroom area. She walked deliberately across the balcony all the while glaring down at Rusty. As she started down the steps I found myself almost staring because even though she was wearing a conservative business suit, she was a very attractive woman. I’m guessing she was about 5 ft. 10 or 11, hard to tell exactly since she was wearing heels. Her brown hair was pulled back and up into a bun and her tan was very, um, I guess for a lack of a better word, ‘expensive’. Her face was just beautiful and highlighted by her deep green eyes. I got a strong sense that I had seen her before, but since I didn’t really travel in their circles, I let the thought drift off. She could have been enough to melt any man’s heart but the expression on her face sent shivers down my spine, I swear as she got closer the temperature dropped about 10 degrees, maybe more.
“You could have let me know that.” She snarled at Rusty.
He stammered and mumbled, “You were in the, um,...”and he let it drift off because she shot him a warning glance “You were busy, I guess.” He tried to save the moment but failed.
“Honey this is Mr. Sorenson and Mr. Miller, gentlemen, I present my wife Veronica.”
Sonny stuck out his hand, “Just ‘Sonny’ is fine.” and he shook her hand gently.
I extended my hand as well, “You can call me ‘Josh’.” I said with a smile. Her hand felt cold when we shook, then I found out why.
“You may call me ‘Mrs. Caitlin’ if it’s ever necessary.” She turned to her husband “I don’t know why you always want to be on a first name basis with the hired help.” She shook her head as if there was no hope for him.
Sonny nodded at me, “Josh here, um, Mr. Miller, will be running your project so we are here to go over some of the details and the time line as well as getting the contract signed and answering any questions you might have.”
Mrs. Caitlin, or as she would soon be dubbed ‘the Ice Queen’, snapped around at her husband. “I thought you said the main guy was going to oversee our project personally. Uh, to me that would be the owner, not one of his flunkies.”Oh boy was this gonna just be a big ol’ barrel of fun, not even 30 seconds into the meeting and she already insulted me.
Sonny spoke right up. “Ma’am, Josh is my vice-president of operations and is generally considered the best project manager on the east coast. He alone, has won more awards for quality and customer satisfaction for our company than any other company has won as a whole. He has been with me for over 7 years, and most of all he is a good friend. I assure you he is a step or two above a ‘flunky’, I mean he’s at the very least a ‘lackey’, but all in all, I think he’s settled into the role of ‘minion’.”
Sonny was smiling. There was something very likable about him. He had blue gray eyes that were very warn, kind of trustworthy, his wavy hair was all white and he was a little portly with round cheeks. We joked sometimes that he reminded us of ‘Papa Smurf’. Sonny also had, as he just demonstrated, a great ability to avoid conflict while getting his point across. I had learned a lot from him over the years. His remark had loosened the tension and everyone seemed to relax a little.
I tried to sound official, “First we will start outside with the excavation and foundation work. Then we move to the exterior tear out. I’ll keep the inconveniences to a minimum but once we break through, I’ll have to shut down the kitchen area for a couple of weeks until we get the new products up and running.” I thought I was off to a great start. The Ice Queen interrupted and proved that thought wrong.
“No,” she looked at her husband and then over at Sonny like I wasn’t there, “Your designer promised me there would be no interruption of service, at all. He said I could use the kitchen at any time, even all throughout the remodel. He said you guys were the best at that and the only company that could do it. That’s the only reason I agreed to let Rusty do this.”
I looked at Sonny, probably with my mouth open. The look I got back kind of told me that Sonny had not read through the whole contract either. Ted, our hotshot designer-slash-salesman would promise the clients anything and almost always did. I had bitched about it to Sonny and suggested, hell, even insisted that Ted be made to come on the job site for a week or so and see what kind of hell he put us through. Sonny always replied that he would do that if I would spend a week on sales calls to see what Ted had to go through in order to sell the job. I wasn’t quite willing to go yet, but I was getting close. During my last trip to the office, earlier in the week, after I picked up the contract and plans for the Caitlin job, I asked Ted if there was anything I should be on the lookout for and he just smiled and told me that I would love the Misses.
Sonny looked helplessly at me, like I was supposed to fix it, usually I always did. I looked at the Ice Queen and took a deep breath. “You know, Ted was right. I’ll make sure you have your kitchen every evening and on the weekends. If something comes up and you need the kitchen for anything during work hours I just ask you give me a day’s notice and it’s all yours.”
“Well, if it’s going to be available every evening, why do I need to give you a day’s notice?” Came the frosty reply.
“So I can send the guys that would have been scheduled to work here somewhere else so they don’t lose a day of work.” That seemed to be a reasonable request to her.
“Okay, but what if something comes up in the morning and I need the kitchen for lunch? That happens once in a while in my business.”
Great, think quickly. “Well, if you give me a call, I’ll do everything I can to get it ready for you. If it just can’t be done, then I’ll call the office and we’ll put a caterer at your disposal.” I put out my hands pleading, “That’s the best I can do.”
She nodded, thank god. “I guess that’s okay. But you said it would be dusty, is everything going to be cleaned every day?”
“Oh, absolutely, plus at the end of the job we have a cleaning service that details the whole job, inside and out.” I wrapped that up nicely, now I had tof igure out how to do it.
I looked over at Sonny, “If want to go over the contract and payment details, I got some measuring to do in the kitchen, so I can order the dust and protective, um, uh, special items, that we will need to make happen what I just promised.”
Sonny nodded and we all headed to the end of the entry hall and into the kitchen. Sonny took the Caitlins over to the table and he rolled out all the paperwork. Then I got the MMF, as long as there was a reference in a photo, i.e.; a tape measure, then the MMF, when hooked to my laptop, would automatically give me any measurement in the photo if I pointed and clicked on it. I took about 4 shots of different angles, sitting the MMF on the opposite side of the room and using the remote I had in my pocket. When I was finished, I was just collecting the MMF, when I heard the front door open. From where I was in the kitchen I was the only one who could see the front door down and at the other end of the hall. I watched as a young woman came in from around the door.
She was tall, 5 foot 11, maybe 6 foot, and slender but not skinny, more of an athletic build, and wearing what looked to me to be a soccer uniform. A pair of cleats was draped over her shoulder, one in front and one in back, while she was toting an athletic bag on the other shoulder. I found myself staring at her long golden tanned legs, my eyes lingering as she turned. I looked up at her stunning face. She had those blue eyes that were so bright they looked like they had back lighting, and her shoulder length sandy blond hair was pulled back, but not in a pony tail, it looked like she had about a 3 inch wide hair clip that allowed her hair to spread out a little in the back but wouldn’t stray into her eyes. Suddenly I realized that those dreamy looking eyes were looking right at me. Oh crap, I was busted checking her out! I immediately averted my gaze, but she was smiling with that ‘you’re so busted’ look. I just stood there like I had been struck by lightning, she was the most beautiful creature I had ever laid eyes on.
“Mom?, Dad?” Like a songbird’s melody, her voice traveled past me into the kitchen.
Rusty came out from behind me, “Hey honey, I didn’t hear you come in the front gate.”
She shrugged, “It was open.”
Rusty looked at me with an alarmed guilty look, I guess he didn’t close the gate behind us.
The Ice Queen appeared just to the left and a little behind me. “Why are you home so early?” It sounded more like an accusation than a question.
“They canceled our game. The other team’s bus broke down and they were over an hour late, so the girls’ game gets canceled, but the boys’ lacrosse team got to play theirs, it’s not fair.” She was obviously disgusted with the injustice of the situation. Silly me, it was a lacrosse uniform, not soccer.
Rusty caught himself not being a good host, “Oh, Jocelyn, this is Mr. Sorenson and Mr. Miller, gentlemen, this is our daughter Jocelyn.” I stuck out my hand and politely shook hers. As my hand came in contact with her skin I got this weird warm feeling that gave me goose bumps. Again, coming to my senses I said, “Call me Josh.” Sonny shook her hand delicately and just said simply, “Sonny.”
Jocelyn smiled, I could feel my heart melt and drip down inside my chest, I was getting dizzy, getting lightheaded. I was desperately thinking I needed to do something, say something witty. Honestly I think in retrospect, I panicked, but it was an honest screw up. I looked at Rusty and gave my best smile,
“Well, they say that a beautiful daughter is punishment for being a naughty boy when you were a younger man, from the looks of it you were extremely naughty.”
The last part of ‘naughty’ kind of trailed out of my mouth because right then, as I saw the look that the Ice Queen shot at Rusty, that ‘death stare-ice dagger’ look, that I realized where I had seen her before. About 10 years back there was an ‘incident’ involving Rusty, and a few other big leaguers, as I recall. An issue of Playboy came out with some little blond bimbo exhibiting her wares, only there were about 7 or 8 candid pictures of her hugging and smooching some baseball player's. The players all said that she was just a fan and they were merely publicity shots, but the pictures all looked like the girl and the players had been getting a little freaky with each other. Of course in her interview she shamelessly boasted that she was banging all of them, but that wasn’t the best part. It turns out that after the magazine hit the stands, the girl’s parents wigged out when they realized their 16 year old was the centerfold. I guess the little wench swiped her older sister’s ID and manager to fool the editors. Still to this date it is the only Playboy to be recalled and of course instantly became a classic collector’s edition.
Getting back to Rusty, after the shit hit the fan, in the fallout there was an investigation of all the players involved. The authorities declined to press any charges, the obvious reason being a built in defense. If the girl lied to Playboy, then all the players would say she lied to them. There were a couple of civil suits filed by her family, however, and Rusty was one of them. The Orioles’ PR team started the spin doctoring and held a new conference explaining that even though they blamed the girl for tarnishing their player’s reputation by getting him drunk and taking advantage of him when he was at a vulnerable time in his life, they were settling out of court an undisclosed amount in order to ‘put the matter behind them’. Rusty sat there and sheepishly explained that he was sorry to let down his fans and his family and would re-dedicate himself to improving his relationships. I saw the press conference on ESPN and there next to him was the Ice Queen with her ‘death stare’ aimed right at Rusty. Since nothing had ever surfaced involving Rusty and other women, I assumed he either decided to keep his dragon in his pants or found higher quality bimbos, meaning ones who could keep their traps shut. From the look on the Ice Queen’s face there in the entry hall, it was apparent that she believed the latter.
I looked around, the Ice Queen was staring at Rusty, Rusty was staring at the floor, Sonny was staring straight up at the ceiling and Jocelyn was looking at me with a spoof face that said ‘I can’t believe you said that, you doofus’. She did break the silence, however, “Just call me Josie, Jocelyn is too formal.”
That was too much for the Ice Queen, since she was already sporting an ugly mood, what came next was no doubt, not going to be pleasant.
“They will address you as ‘Miss Caitlin’, not that there should ever be any reason to address you at all, since you will not ever be here when any of these lowlifes are working here.”
Josie looked disgusted, “But Mom.” She started to protest.
The Ice Queen cut her off, “No, that’s final. Then she looked at me and Sonny, “She is not allowed here when there are workers in the house, I hope we are all clear on that.”
Josie looked at me with an expression of ‘can you believe what I have to put up with’, and my silence response on my face said ‘Damn, I feel for you’. And with that Josie turned and headed up the stairs.
Things quickly broke up, Rusty had a game to get to and Sonny and I couldn’t get out of there fast enough. I know I tried to apologize, but I also know I wasn’t very successful. Rusty had an off day on Monday, so I would be going over the security access and the location for the trailers and all that, first thing in the morning.
Sonny and I walked in silence out to our trucks. He looked over at me and asked if I wanted a drink, I just nodded. Sonny lived up by the Pennsylvania state line somewhere, I think near a town called Black Horse, I had been there once, it was more of a farm than a house with a big barn and lots of land. Anyway, near the Interstate inside a strip mall that Sonny stopped at every night on the way home, was a little place called simply The Local Tavern. We had met here at least a hundred times over the years and they knew us well, Sonny more so than me since he was an every night regular. I had a 40 minute or so drive south to Columbia where my house was so the Tavern was not on my route home every day, but I managed to make it in a couple of times a week or so.
One of the bartenders was a wild child, a sweet thing by the name of Anna. Around 30 or so, she was an attractive blond, and if we stayed late enough and the crowd started to thin, she would do some shots with me and Sonny and start bragging about her boob job, and after enough begging and, of course, excessive tipping, she would pull her top up and allow us a moment or two to admire them. Always the highlight of our night and usually the signal that it was time to go home.
“Hey guys!” Anna was always cheerful. “A little early for you,” as she slid a couple of bottles of Icehouse in front of us, “something to eat?”
We got one of the happy hour specials, chicken fingers and fried shrimp. Sonny took a long sip off his beer and looked at me and just started laughing.
“Nice going Ace, way to start things off on the right foot.”
I hung my head. “Oh man, I can’t believe I said that. I was trying to be funny, I guess.”
“Oh, it was funny alright.”
“Yeah?” I said scoffing, “The Ice Queen didn’t seem to think so.”
Sonny was laughing pretty hard now, “The Ice Queen? That’s so fuckin’ perfect. Did you see the look she gave him when you said that? Christ, it almost froze all the blood in my body.”
“Oh dude,” I agreed, “I swear that woman made the whole room freeze.”
We both snickered at the image of her. Then Sonny said “And did you see that sweet little cupcake? Oh my lord, what a heart breaker.”
“Uh, yeah,” I didn’t want to go overboard with enthusiasm, but I didn’t want to play it off too much, lest I give away how much I was entranced by her. “That cupcake wasn’t exactly little.”
Sonny shook his head. “Son, if you even look at that cupcake funny, hell, if you even look like you are going to look at that cupcake funny, The Ice Queen (He picked up on that fast) will turn you to solid ice with that stare of hers, if you’re lucky.”
“Yep, of that, I have no doubts.” As I nodded in agreement.
We went over some paperwork and payroll for the week and after many attempts and many shots, finally got Anna to flash her rack.
As we were leaving she said, “Sometimes I think that’s all you guys come in here for.” We laughed and after we got out the door, Sonny said, “Duh, what does she think we come here for, the great food?”
I just raised my eyes as if to agree that that was pretty much the only reason. There was one small thing I wanted to touch on before we left, “Sonny, I almost let this slide, with what happened in there and all, but you told the Ice Queen that I was a Vice President, is that a done deal?”
“Oh, not quite,” Sonny put his hands in his pockets after setting the paperwork inside on the Hummer’s dashboard. Sonny’s dashboard was like all the rest of ours in construction, so crowded with papers it took massive reorganization to even get the defroster to work. “The corporate papers got filed this week and as soon as they come back I’ll have a meeting with you, Ted and Mary Ann, and we’ll go over all of it. Should be in a couple of weeks or so. I’ll let you know, anyway, have a good weekend, I’m sure everyone will have forgotten about today come Monday.”
“You too boss, sorry again.” And off we went in our separate directions.
It was late enough now, after 9 pm, that all the traffic had cleared and I had a smooth shot down I-95 to State Route 175, the exit I took to Columbia. The drive would have been well over an hour in rush hour, with the harbor tunnel and all, but now, with everything moving at speed, it only took about 35 minutes. I bought my home about 4 years ago, about 6 months after I divorced my ex-wife, who I will forever refer to as ‘The Greedy Whore’. I got it at an estate sale, almost 2 acres and an old beat up pile of junk that the old couple who finally passed away, called a house. No one wanted the place except a couple of developers who were going to have to go through hell to try to subdivide the property and build new homes on it. I had the low offer but since I said I was going to fix the place up, the children (of the old couple) decided they wanted me to have it. So for a little over 75 grand, I walked away with one hell of a steal, and one hell of a project. The house was barely visible from the street, set back into forest land with a gravel driveway maybe 500 feet long. I loved it, I had privacy, plenty of parking and a built in project to keep me busy. I eased the box truck down the gravel driveway, through the trees, and pulled up next to my jeep and in back of my bike, where the driveway ended right in front of the garage.
I set all the paperwork on the kitchen table and the plans, poured a glass of wine and got out the company laptop. After using the bathroom and checking messages, there was one from Dave, reminding me I had pool practice time, scheduled with the team, tomorrow afternoon. I got The MMF out and plugged it into my company laptop and uploaded the pictures from the Caitlin’s kitchen. After hitting a few buttons I got all the dimensions I needed to put the order together for the protective shielding thing I was going to have to build in their kitchen. I placed the order on line, and it took only a few seconds to come back that it was confirmed and would ready for pick up on Monday morning. Life was good, I hit the delete all images on the MMF and I almost blew through the confirmation screen when I noticed it was asking me if I wanted to delete all 3950 images. I laughed, I only took 6 shots, what were the rest of?
I started with the next picture, the scaling function was off and it was one of the wall in the kitchen and another and another with the next couple of the floor and then the other wall and so on. Oh crap, I must of hit the ‘auto’ function on the remote before I put it back into my pocket, which meant he MMF would take a picture every 5 seconds for as long as it had storage space. I found out a while back that it would go for almost 12 hours straight. Luckily I had stopped it after about 5 and a half hours when I uploaded the images onto the laptop. I clicked next and there was some more of the wall and then some of the hallway and then I stopped and tried to remember, was this when Jocelyn came home? I started getting sweaty palms and my heart was racing, did I accidentally get some shots of that adorable little slice of heaven? I pulled my hand back off the keyboard slowly and went to refill my wineglass.
I sat back down and took a deep breath, I started clicking the next button and in a couple of frames, the door opened and a hand appeared. Then a face, and then she was standing there. I must have had the MMF pointed in front of me. I groaned inside my head as I turned here and there and she dropped out of the frame and then cheered when I turned back. I saw what must have been when I switched hands to shake her hand and then got to relive the painful memories of my stupid comment complete with a shot of her spoof face and then the annoyed look she had when the Ice Queen told her she couldn’t come home during working hours. Then the glance that she gave me in order to recruit my sympathy and I guess I walked forward and turned around because I had a couple shots of her heading up the stairs. Then there was a shot or 2 of Rusty and the Ice Queen with Sonny and finally some detailed shots of the floor as I clipped the MMF on belt. And, for the next 5 hours or so the MMF captured close ups of the Caitlin’s driveway and my truck seat and the bar’s parking lot and bar’s floor next to a bar stool and so on.
Well, that was awesome. I went into my office/spare bedroom and got my personal laptop. I uploaded all the clear images of Josie. There were exactly 24 crystal clear, ultra hi-definition shots of her and I studied, centered and zoomed and cropped each one of them. I sat and shook my head at how beautiful she was, her smile, her captivating eyes, her long tan legs, especially on the last 2 shots as she went up the stairs. I could tell her ass was something special even with the loose fitting sports shorts on. I scrolled back, to the shot when she was about to shake my hand, the look in her eyes and her smile, that had to be my favorite. Finally; I had tortured myself enough and closed up the file, when the computer asked me to name it, I simply named it ‘Josie’.
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