A girl, Lanny, who was 11 at the time (same age as my brother was), and a son, Kent, who was just a year shy of me at 8. We grew up around each other,...and became friends rather quickly. Then, my parents and the Fenwicks lost contact, even though we only lived around 20 minutes apart. I guess both sets of parents were just very busy, and didnt have time for friends. One day, my mom got a call from Gina, saying how sorry she was that they lost contact, and inviting us to her daughters grad party.. This could get complicated I thought... Sunday Night at Rose's"I saw you at the market today," she said, holding the two bottles of wine I'd just handed her, just seconds after I'd arrived in her small, but cozy efficiency apartment at seven twenty Sunday night."It's nice, you've done a great job with it," I replied as my hand swept around her apartment, delaying, knowing she'd seen Dani."And now I have to move," she complained. "Was she your daughter?" Who? No, my two daughters live in. I didn't recognise her but she seemed familiar. Her olive skin was perfectly toned and she had the deepest brown eyes."Hey, I thought that was you! What are you doing here?"As soon as the words were out of her mouth (and now that I could hear her better), I knew who she was. "Mimi!"She reached out to me and we shared a tentative, but warm, hug."How have you been?" I asked. We both took a second to give one another the elevator look (i.e.—up and down). The years had been very good to. Then we fucked. Nothing. “The DNC has theirs next week. We can try again.” We waited. “Kaine?” she said the next week, downing an entire shot of scotch. “Who the fuck is that guy?” “He’s a senator who’s not up for election from a southern swing state with a Democratic governor.” I said, pedantically, just so she’d be pissed at me, as well as with politics. I could see Rachel consider tackling me. We fucked instead of wrestling, which is good because I always lose. She’s a double black belt or.