I couldn’t imagine anything that could ruin it. That was my mistake. Superstitiously. It happened on an otherwise perfect day. One of those days...you think is impossible not to be outside in it. Not too hot but hot enough. A slight breeze to be refreshing. Clear, sunny sky and clean, fresh air. It wasn’t enough to have the windows open in my writing room. I had to be outside. I told myself, screw it. I’m my own boss for a reason and deciding skip some hours of work should be one of. “I don’t need Ben coming after me,” I replied.“It’ll be OK,” Kim replied, “I promise to not be a bother.”How could I turn her down? She needed a safe place to stay, so I agreed.That night, when I arrived back at my apartment, I slipped my key into the door and found it deadbolted. I tapped on the door and no ne answered. I called Kim and she didn’t answer her phone.A ‘no bother’ became a quick agitation. I slipped around to the patio and pulled on the patio sliding glass door. I was happy to. He rushed to Patricia's side she was still in the emergency room and Doctor was examining her he had her foot in his hand and was examining her ankle which looked swollen he took her hand and smoothed the hair from her brow he gently kissed her and told her it was okay she was crying and he thought it was because she was hurt but she was crying because the wedding was so close and she was afraid she broke her ankle and it would mess up the wedding!Billy got her calmed down and after the Xray's. Oh God, poor Rickie, Mom, Dad what do they look like now?We weren’t close when attending Norte Dame. The truth, I didn’t like her. She was proud, stuck up and only responded to a hello if in the mood, a corridor passerby ignored by other students as a snob. Years later, after she looked me up, we met over coffee in Seattle. She’d changed. She was bubbly to the point of felicity, no longer stuck up or arrogant. As we reminisced of school days, the café door jolted open, a customer walked in, she.