You know I have a passion for Amethyst. Who owns it, do you know?’ Man: Relieved that she was not injured when she stumbled, I catch her up in my ar...s. Worried that she might be hurt, but also enjoying how she feels next to me, I hold her for a moment. I then kneel down next to her to check her ankle, at the same time freeing the heel of her shoes, and I feel a stirring in me and pray that I can keep it under control. I grin at her joking remark and ask, “Are you ok?” She lets me know that she. "We would not have to worry about asking a girl to shave her head,either", they agreed. "His crew cut is practically down to the scalpalready." No! Please! I'll...I'll find you somebody else! I know lots of seventhgrade girls!"But it was too late.They dragged me into Suzie and Linda's room and started with the makeup."Aw, isn't he cute? Such a nice basic complexion to start with, too.Just a little foundation to even it out. Maybe first a small stripe ofwhite down the center of his nose to make. ’ I explained. ‘A what? Are you crazy?’ He stammered. ‘Steve, I heard about Zachary. I know that you think he is your son at least biologically. Well, we are going to have a blood test done and find out for sure. If it turns out that you are, then you and my devoted wife here are going to have to tell Zachary when the time is right.’ I said. Almost on cue, they both leapt to their feet. Jeanne was the first on race day. ‘Mac, what are you thinking? We can’t tell a small boy that! He won’t. M.?” “No, maybe, well, yes,” I mumbled. You bent over me and we kissed, our lips barely touched but I was nothing but lips, my lips on yours. “I’m sorry, I’ll have to go, there’s an orchestra waiting for me.” You walked away, almost danced, made one-and-a–half turn, rushed back, put something in my hand and closed my fingers around it. “A little something for you, it was gathering dust in my cupboard for the last twenty-five years or so,” and you danced away… In my hand a mood-ring decorated.