‘Jimmy,’ she says. ‘Are you in a hurry to get home tonight?’‘Ah, no. Not especially,’ I say. ‘Why? Do you want something?’ ‘Yes,...�� she says sort of serious, then moves in closer to me, and speaks very quietly. ‘I need some advice, and I want to ask you something.’ She takes a quick look over her shoulder, and continues, ‘It’s quite confidential and I don’t want anyone else to know. It’s about my wedding --- but please don’t tell anyone.’I shake my head and tell her I won’t say a word. . This game was for all the marbles and we knew we could celebrate after the game — when we win. We still had a game to play and we were committed in our efforts to win.I could hear the announcer, now that the crowd noise quieted down.‘And that — sports fans — was the player they call, The Outlaw, just doing what he does best’Even our coaches kept their praise to a minimum when I reached the sidelines and the kickoff team took the field.LaRussa kicked the ball into the stands on the. The sound of her vacuumcleaner almost masked the knocking at the door.She figured it was her neighbor coming to complain about the noise asshe always did, for, as we all know, God granted only her the right tomake it. With some trepidation, she answered the door.It was not her neighbor, unless the woman had managed to drop fiftykilos and fifty years along with them. No, the person standing at thedoor was Kiera, and she did not look very happy."Can I come in?" she asked sharply, leaning against. Tragedy struck a couple of years later when my aunty went for a Operation. Something went wrong with the anesthesia leaving her with some brain damage. The doctor who did this-a close family friend unfortunately-was keen to explain that it would not leave her paralyzed. Therefore it was a big relief to see her walking properly after the recovery period. But we realized that her memory was severely affected and for all practical purposes she was just like a mentally retarded child. Because of.