“I’m serious, Tim. You need to step up your game and go after her. If she needs a fancy car, show up for a date driving the restored truck and the... on the next date drive the Phaeton.”“Then I’d feel like I’m marrying a gold digger.”“She’s dating you while you’re poor. If she was a gold digger, she wouldn’t be hanging with you. She wants what you want, a white picket fence and all the rest of that stuff. You haven’t told her that. You haven’t told her just how close you are to getting. You just never know when you might have to pick one up and use it in that part of the world,” I said.“What about us?” Phil asked.“Maryland law says you have to be 21 to buy, but you can take hunting and gun safety training,” I replied.“I have already had hunter safety and hold a hunting license in Kentucky. My Dad and I went pheasant and deer hunting all the time. I was a better hunter than he was; I killed more deer. It always made him upset,” Robin replied.“Maybe you should go deer hunting. A knock on the door stopped their encounter. They both stopped quickly to look and see who it was Karly's head turned and looked back to see Mrs. Johnson in the doorway. She folded her arms, tapping her foot up and down rapidly while looking jealous."Ahem!!!" Mrs. Johnson said. “What is going on here!! Karly?! Well, I demand an explanation!!"Karly quickly rose to her feet stammering she tried to collect and calm herself, she said: "I, I, Was helping Professor Regina she dropped her files and I. "I...I suppose I asked for it, letting you ask me to let you--forget what I am." I always forget that looking at you, Sheila." But--I'm not Sheila!" I cried, starting at the brush of the back of his hand against my velvetized cheek, stroking it, my male ego's impulse to recoil from a boy's tender touch suddenly disarmed and silenced by some infathomable compelling."Keep looking the mirror!" he snapped and my chagrin docilely complied. "Say that's not Sheila O'Riley looking back! Say that that's.