Zan says yes that for a married couple should have a house of their own. I look over at my mom and see tears in her eyes, but she is smiling. I lean o...er and see where the house is. I look at Mina, then my in-laws and back to Mom. The house is two doors down from Mom and Denise. Mina and I stand up and give them both a hug and say our thank yous. We get back in our seats and that is when Uncle Damien stands and comes up behind us he is holding the leather jacket in his right hand. He places his. I told her I thought it would be okay if she approved of it." "What did she say?" Bailee asked hopefully. "She said that it would be okay if you took the job so long as you continued to do your schoolwork and kept your grades up and as long as you continued to do your chores around the house too." "Oh I will, Aunt Ruth! I will! Oh thank you, thank you!" Bailee said excitedly. So the following day, Aunt Ruth drove Bailee to Johnson's Hardware and sat in the car while Bailee went in and talked. His room, or should I say Suite, had a small oval conference table and six nice chairs. There was coffee and water just waiting to be poured.He asked us all to sit and make ourselves comfortable. He poured himself a cup of coffee and had everyone get themselves what they wanted.Once everyone was ready he started, “I suppose you’re wondering why all of you are here? Well, to be honest I find myself in a bit of a dilemma that I’m hoping the four of you might help me out with.“I need to recommend. There was nothing left to do but pursue the eyes and whatever was behind them.My place at the bar was a regular one. I was regular too. The routine was always the same; cabernet, very rare steak, baked potato, and my favorite Caesar salad. I never had to order. I just had to show up and control the pace of the meal. I was a woman of routine. The eyes that were locked on to mine were not part of the routine. There was a very good chance that a new pace was taking shape and I was going to have.