One of the two was plain and blue, whilst theother was peach coloured, with a picture of a cartoon puppy filling uphalf of the front. It wasn't a diff...cult choice.So here I am dressed in an oversized blue t-shirt eating a toasted hamand cheese sandwich with a side order of chips and a healthy dollop ofketchup. Whilst I was eating Mary opened a wall cupboard and revealed atelevision set. She manoeuvred the screen on its bracket and switched iton. Whilst I have never been a fan of daytime. "Nobody had ever spoken to me this way. I couldn't even comprehend that somebody would, oh my god, gorgeous Cecil.Of course, I said yes, of course, I did, My voice got dry, but I had lost all ability to hesitate.Cecil smiled his lovely smile to me, not at me, to me.He took a sip of green tea. "Come over here, Sylvia, you don t have to be on the other side of the room.'' I lid the chair over, and he put his arm around me and hugged me. He didn't try to "feel" any part of me, just a hug that I. I know it is a little flashy but please don’t feel intimidated or anything.”She looked at him. “I liked you from the first moment I saw you, that’s why I sat close and hoped we would start talking. My dad has a little more money than others, but that does not change who or what I am.”“You’re right. I still can’t believe my luck.”“Do you want to fly it?”“All I flew before was Ma Swenson’s Armored Dodge and Uncle Sam’s old truck.”“Then you won’t have a problem with that one.”The luxury flyer. You couldn't call that love, by Greg's book. People could be treasured, but they weren't treasure, they weren't things.He's come to accept them as part of her, though his heart still hurt for her as he watched over her at night, imagining the story each old wound tells. Almost like writing on a wall, each seems to speak: a burnt dinner might be that pale arc upon her upper breast, or a moment too late with a cold beer begat the white line upon her hip.This is what her scars did to him, as he.