. What was it you were saying again?" Nothing" she laughs. "They are a pretty rowdy group of kids"."Yeah but I do love hanging out with them" I say " ...hey're a lot of fun"."Yeah they are... So, you headed to school this next semester?" No," I respond "I finished up over the summer. Right before camp started actually. No more classes for me! I'm graduating soon." "That's awesome! Do you have a job lined up?" Yeah, I'll probably stay on as a part-time youth leader at the church, il need something. “I promise I forgotten or I guess that I just wasn’t planning to have sex with any one ,but I am not on birth control’. I held her “it will be okay” I said “I do love you” as she hurried to the bathroom leaving me to think about what we just did. I waited a few minutes then followed her into the bathroom “will you marry me “I said seeing that she had been crying. She looked up into the mirror “are you serious , you want to marry me, why just because you are worried I may be pregnant”.I ran my. The sun warming the world with bright and happy light. Monica was at her teller station eating a bagel with cream cheese. On this day she had worn a dress, a rare occasion for her. A conservative, knee length, blue silk, wrap dress over sensible blue flats. Professional, if a tad frumpy. Jenna bounced in, her customary ten minutes late. Monica sort of grimaced as Jenna, by sheer coincidence, had also worn a blue dress. Of course much shorter, tighter, and so low cut as to be completely. Probably it was such in fact, but for me, it was a clue of uncertaintyabout who and what I was. Was I false, awry, or simply incorrect? Ireturn to it seriously or sarcastically every time my behavior isquestioned till now, when I'm my mother's age.The New HomeI was eleven when our family moved to the new house after dad waspromoted. The house was big enough for my elder brother Zen and me tohave separate bathrooms. While before, Zen lived in the guestroom on thefirst floor. On the same floor,.