I didn’t mind since I was living in the trailer by then. He came in after the first of the new year to build the loft. It was really nothing but a s...orage space above the ceiling joists. Storage space mostly ran down the center of the building. The edges didn’t have enough head room.Since I had moved everything I wanted from the Shack, where I had lived the last four years, I kind of got nostalgic about grandpa’s shack, for about a day. I did a quick estimate of the cost of the barn and figured. I hugged her and looked her up and down.“You’ve got tattoos now!” I didn’t know what else to say, my brain was still catching up.“Yeah, I tried to get one in each place I’ve visited. After High School I traveled for a bit, but I’m ready to hunker down and do some adulting!” “Wow, I can’t believe this. What’s your major?”“I don’t know yet, I’m taking gen eds until I find my calling. What about you?”“I’m sort of in the same boat, but I’m focused on nutrition and sport science right now. I came. ‘What on earth inspired you to take me in? My own mother wouldn’t be this nice.’ ‘Sit and eat.’ There was a long silence until I reached for her hand and kissed the back. ‘I’m just trying to make up a little for the way some asshole male treated you.’ ‘Fuck!’ ‘You are not overusing that word, are you?’ She had my hand, bending my fingers back and forth. ‘Maybe.’ We finished eating and I said, ‘Go back to the sofa. I will bring dessert.’ I made one bowl of ice cream and berries, and one large. "See? I told you that'd get him!" Sandy told her. "Now, come on, you can help me finish making the salad!"Craig stood for a moment totally speechless, then turned back around to light the barbeque, which he'd already lit."Fuck!" he said silently, then smiled.They'd enjoyed their dinner getting to know one another better. Though for the most part, Craig merely sat back content to listen to the women talking as though they had known one another for years."So what is it you do anyway?" Sandy had.