During our fly-by-night courtship, I found out that he lived closer to me than I believed. So, after my vacation, we kept in touch. I still kept up my...man-eating guard, almost demanding that he even stop trying to soften me. Why he stayed was always a puzzling question for me. But he did. I simply began to figure that I could deceive and entrap him just like the rest of them. Thomas, however, was more different than I once thought. Three more months passed. I was rapidly approaching my 24th. I may have wanted what she had, and I may even be able to hold onto the man I love, but I still hurt for her.” There was a moment of silence before my sister finished what was on her mind. “And I still love you as much right now as I did when I woke up this morning. But I’ve got to get the fuck out of this mausoleum! Buy my a coffee?”I grabbed a jacket for each of us and almost herded my sister out the door. Just sitting in the coffee shop felt like a ton of weight had been lifted off us, and. He wondered if he had been mistaken about her living there, and began to resign himself to the possibility on never seeing her again. Then, one afternoon, on his way downstairs the elevator door opened and alone within it she was there. Holding two large bags of groceries, she appeared distracted as she was trying to decide how to maneuver the two other bags at her feet out of the elevator. Her flustered look changed immediately, however, upon seeing him. The dazzling smile returned. With. Now on to other more important things; I found your truck, but it was not where I thought it would be. I found it in a wrecking yard in Corsicana. Why it was there I have no idea. The yard foreman said it just showed up one morning, actually the morning of the 6th of June. Now that in itself is strange, but there were no prints anywhere on the vehicle and other than some new black paint on the left side of the truck, it appeared just like it should after being broadsided by something big. I am.