The redhead pops up on there but that's all it is. My 'new' friend who introduced me to the Redhead and The Goth is there - we used to go to football ...ogether until we drifted just before I emigrated. Now, The Goth is on my friends list. A few fleeting greetings and jokes. She's been married with kids, currently in hiatus. I'm still married but frustration has set in, never any money or enjoyment of our surroundings. Wife is working and there's a vintage fair nearby, The Goth is going. I turn. On second thought, he could, but neither one was any of her business."The course is completed," he answered curtly. "You did as I asked. You passed. What more is there to discuss?"She was prepared for his dismissive attitude. ”My final grade, Sir. We both know that I deserved more than a passing one.”He scowled. “If you don’t mind, Miss...I have work to do.” And I have a raging hard on which will need to be addressed the minute you leave.He wants to play hardball, does he? She tugged her phone. You stepped lightly a smile on your face as you felt the sensation of the warm sun gently pressing against your skin, the din of distant conversation buried under the atmosphere of Albion Park. This little park was, luckily for you the fastest way too and from school. Walking back and forth daily had become a small light that made life that much more beautiful.Stepping along the asphalt path you pulled your back pack higher on your back, the weight of your textbooks and homework pulling it. “Mine are the same as Billy and the same as last year.”“Hey,” Jeryl said. “It was originally your idea,” she reminded us all.“Didn’t we have nearly the same conversation last year?” I asked. It sounded almost identical.Ninety minutes later, after a thunderous ovation, we all said our thank-yous. Jeryl made sure to thank our fans and viewers, while I thanked my supportive, loving wife and Tom and Billy thanked us for believing in them. Finally, just before we got the hook, I stepped back to the.