How the fuck couldn’t I see the truth? It was right there in front of me. This whole time she’s been playing me for a fool…I was killing myself ...n the inside for how things ended between us back when we were best friends. This whole time I blamed him and myself for the conflict between us. I blamed him for my dad having an affair with his sister and splitting my family apart. I blamed myself for how wrong I was. Kevin had nothing to do with my dad’s infidelity and I blamed him.But when I saw. . maybe find me a different one?” the girl asked me, now curious.“Perhaps. I’m a professor, in fact. Would you be up to working in academia? I have an opening on my staff, if that’s okay with you. Swing by my office next Tuesday at noon or so. I have a working lunch most of the time on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I’ll get us something from the deli. Roast beef or something of that nature. We can interview there. Fair enough?” I offered her, making her dimples come out to play.“It’s a date! I mean. Lori stood on the front steps, watching her boys with a big smile.She clapped her hands as she said, "That's great, guys. I am really impressed!"She turned to me and said, "You've done a truly amazing job with these ruffians, Sean. I can't thank you enough." Aw, shucks, ma'am," I said in my best Southern drawl. "It twern't nothin'." Well, come on in, then, sheriff, and pull up a barstool while I serve you up some sarsaparilla," she countered as she opened the door and led us into the house.The. There were several bales of hay and three old beams propped up against one wall ofthe barn. I pushed the beams together against each other so they formed a ramp about 3 feet wide and six or so feetlong. Luckily they were already almost next to each other because they were heavy and hard to move. Then Iattached a pulley to an eye bolt that was located on the wall above my makeshift ramp. That eye bolt seemed awfullyconvenient. So did the board nailed to the floor which kept the beams from.