They either fight or constantly ignore me. But I didnt know this night would be unlike any other. I was laying bed crying. When a voice spoke to me fr...m across the room. A male voice, but not one that I know. Why do you cry, little one? I looked up tears still coming down. And there I saw the most beautiful man I had ever laid eyes on. He was tall. Looking about 6 feet. His head nearly touching the ceiling. He had black messy, spiky hair. His eyes…like the clearest blue pools you could ever. “My parents won’t be home for hours yet. They run a store downtown and are usually there until around eightish. So I’m good. But only if I’m not annoying you.”“Oh you’re no bother; in fact I enjoy your company. Have a seat. And um, call me Marcie, notMiss Dolan. We’re friends and neighbors not business acquaintances.”“Okay then ... Marcia,” she said, testing the name for the first time.They made aimless chit-chat while Marcie put the groceries away, and then out of nowhere, Aniah said can I ask. She nodded, but it was a nervous nod. For some reason I felt uneasy.“Yes,” she said. I slid the ring gently onto her finger.“Marian, when we were in high school. I thought I loved you; now I know I do,” I said. “I trust you. There is nothing else more important than that, nothing.” She nodded.“I know,” she said. “I know.”We didn’t shack up together that night, and I’m not sure why. We did make a date for the following Thursday August 24th 1995, I’d be switching with Hank so as to go to the. "I didn't answer. Turned back to watch Hebe deftly dodge a wandering hand as she served a rather unsteady guy halfway down the bar. She moved back our way when my companion raised his hand."The same again, sweetie."I caught Hebe's eye, and knew what she was thinking. I thought about telling this idiot to cool it, but the poor sap had it coming. He'd been warned.He made his move when Hebe came back to serve him. As she extended her arm to place the drink in front of him, he quickly got one paw.