He didn't want to get off the ride but it sure was scary.So, Bill had been up for a while. He had started the coffee. Waffle batter was mixed and read... to go in the refrigerator for later in the morning. He had sliced some strawberries and gently stirred them into some whipped crème for waffle topping. He would put the creamy confection in the refrigerator after it has set for a few moments to allow the sweet of the crème to permeate the strawberries. Once the flavors were intermingled the cold. Of course, it didn't help that, since his father divorced me two years ago, and disappeared without paying so much as a cent in alimony or child support, I was forced to work two jobs just to make ends meet. Nor did it help that the only apartment I could afford for us was a seedy walkup. What can you do when you sling hash all day, then have to spend the evening dodging the drunks who think that just because they left a quarter on your tray they're entitled to a free feel?I'll have to say one. "So you think Brian Blain, a local competitor for that construction job, is trying to sabotage the project. Is that right?" the reporter asked."The evidence seems to point that direction," Bill agreed on camera. "But nothing is proven at this point. The police have the evidence that I have and are investigating." What evidence did you turn over," the reporter asked. The picture of the construction site changed to a artists rendition of what the building should look like when it is. Quite possibly one of the best days of my life. “Yes, Charlie, I remember everything about that day.” As I looked at the picture I could smell the meadow flowers and feel the warm summer breeze. Charlie smiled as I said, “You made love to me in that field.”It was a perfect day, we walked to the middle of the field, a distant church bell blended with the sound of bird-call and the gentle wind through the long grasses. Setting our tartan blanket down in the space we made. We sat there for a.