"Temptation brought his finger to stroke buttons until her face filled the cell phone screen. High cheekbones looked higher from her crooked drunken s...ile, her soft pale skin subtly tinged with red, her wry eyes a quarter hooded by wrinkled lids contained a subdued glint, the surface slightly matted by an alcoholic haze, her complex eye color a mix of blue and green and red creating steel gray vaguely apparent, set in a pair of wide ovals bifurcated by a fairly substantial nose with a cute. Suffice it to say that it wasn’t a typical night’s work for me. But I was determined that the final last hour of my shift would be business as usual. I went into my little supply room, now made bigger by the absence of my desk and cabinets, and got out my walkman and my harmonicas. I put in a blues tape and practiced playing my harp until around midnight. I put away the walkman and, like I’ve done for the last ten years, ended my set by playing ‘Good Night Irene.’ If you’re not familiar with. Girlfriend ... if that's what she was. He wasn't sure about that part yet. It was obvious that in her own way she deeply cared for him: that she was glad to see him whenever they met up, happy whenever she was with him, and never eager to say goodbye. As for his friends, he never actually told them that Ruthie was his girlfriend, but instead left them to make their own assumptions about the relationship.Certainly from his end, the feelings of love and sexual desire were very strong, apart from. ‘Daddy is, he’s getting better you know!’ Grace answered back in her matter of fact way. ‘Hmmm, sounds risky!’ Anne said teasing Don. Don had been listening as he was trying to dig himself out of the worry that had consumed him. ‘Not funny you two, how about some burgers on the grill?’ ‘Can I play on the swing while you cook?’ Grace asked quickly. ‘Sure, come on, let’s get some dinner.’ Don said as they all headed to the kitchen. Anne readied everything inside while Grace played on the swing.