Fred closed the door and dumped his briefcase on the nearby couch. He shrugged out of his jacket and dropped to his knees before her, cupping her bell... which seemed to fascinate him more and more as the days went by. ‘How is the little one doing?’ he asked as he pressed a soft kiss to the slight rise, splaying his fingers on her stomach. ‘Better, I guess. Hasn’t been much of a trouble today,’ she said as she ran her fingers through Fred’s short, cropped hair — loving the feel of it. ‘And how is. Now that he finally had someone in his life, he didn’t understand why his life continued to be so difficult. No longer at war, yet always it was a battle. When he’s willing to love someone, why is it so hard for someone to love him? He’s worked so hard to deserve better. ‘I’m sorry Susan,’ said Dave staring at her withdrawing inside of herself. Going from sorrow to anger, he withdrew his apology. ‘No. I’m not sorry for falling in love with you,’ he said with anger. ‘We’re made for one another.. A green pickup truck was parked next to a tree and then I noticed a small sign, “Maggie’s Farm,” and couldn’t help but think of the words from the Bob Dylan song about not working on Maggie’s farm no more than asked, “Is this your farm?”“Kind of. Actually, it’s my ex-husband’s and mine. We’re squabbling over it right now.”“I see.” I looked around again, admiring how beautiful and serene it was.She picked up a paper bag and put the apples in it. I took my wallet out and handed her a dollar, then. I knew they wouldn’t understand, and so whenever the subject came up, I just made up a story about losing it to some random guy after a party. I kept details to a minimum, and just deflected to something else if my girlfriends started asking too many questions. I knew if they found out the truth, they would have many more questions, and would probably change their opinions of me or maybe even not want to be around me anymore.Ever since we were kids, my brother Jay had delighted in chasing me.