If you would like to hear them, let me know in the comments.Anyway, back to my birthday. It was a big milestone for my adventures and I. It was the si...naling of my entry into adulthood and thus more freedom. As the festivities got over, it was already pretty late. So, my parents wished me one last time and went to bed. I still kept getting calls from friends and so not to disturb my parents, I went to the terrace of my apartment.As the calls slowly stopped, I just stood there enjoying the cool. "From then on we went everywhere holding hands. We kissed goodnight and cuddled on the couch. There were no steamy make out sessions yet, and we never investigated anything that was covered up by clothing; our romance was pretty much like a made for TV movie. We were far too young for any of that other shit.Nevertheless we grew closer every day just by coming to a full realization that we were destined to be together. I have to admit that most of the realizing was done by me, being the clueless. She was the librarian when I was there and usually seemed like an okay person. I recall forgetting my book bag in the library once near closing time and as I rushed back, she was holding it for me. That day, I had a conversation with Neil, this library guy whom I told about my books. Bernadine overheard and I told her about the books too. Since then, her behavior toward me has changed. First, she seemed eager to read my works. and went to the public library to pick them up. Then, she turned. "Attention, this is the police. We were invitedin, and we need to talk to the owner of this apartment." There was noanswer.We finally reached the bedroom at the end of the hallway, and heard loudmusic from the other side. We knocked once, and opened the door. Inside, wesaw a slightly overweight, thirty-something woman in a bathrobe, watchingsoap operas on a small television set.She looked up at us, and her eyes widened in surprise briefly, then narrowedagain into a smug grin. She stood up.