It was May, four weeks until their big day. Lynn and his mother were still hard at work on making the arrangements, and the time had come for him to s...art looking for tuxedos.He set up a date for himself, his father, and Brandon, whom he asked to be his best man. Brandon felt honored to be included and graciously accepted. They made their way to Men's Wearhouse to get fitted."So, big J," Brandon said, "This Denise chick I'll be walking with. Is she as hot as her sister?" Man, is that all you. "Ah Rob? Would you mind pulling down the Edwards files for me? I'd like to recheck those, go through them again," she then told me. I had no choice but to step back onto the safety ladder, which I did, and then began looking for the box she wanted."I don't see it," I said after a moment, once again glancing over and through several labeled boxes."You sure? I'm positive it's there," Darlene spoke, and then I felt her place her foot on the ladder as she stood behind me, climbing up in order to. As Missy and I started back to the bedroom to get ready for the partyMummy directed us to the back of the kitchen door where 2 long garmentbags were hanging. Mummy told us that Ruth had sent them over for usto wear for the party. There was no question as to who's was who'ssince one was a pink and the other powder blue.We walked back to the bedroom now my bracelets were jingling as wereMissy's. With the clicking of our heels and the jingling of braceletswe would not be sneaking up on anyone.. There was a connection there, one that seemed so hard to break. At the end of the date, just when Heather had escaped my mind, and I was leaning in for the kiss from the date I was with, my phone would beep. Every time. There would be a text, a text from Heather. She wrote one of two things. Either a smiley face, or ‘I miss you.’ I prayed every night, sometimes crying, that God would take Heather away from my thoughts, as I could not think of anyone else. Eventually, I stopped hearing from.