"Oh, yeah, I'll bet you can't tell me," her father teased, baiting her."Yes I can," Cecilia stoutly insisted, in a determined little voice."Daddy and ... want to hear your joke," Molly said, trying to sooth troubled waters. "Will you tell us?" she asked.She was rewarded by the look of pure happiness on their daughter's eager little face."Okay." Cecilia said. "Why does six hate seven?" I don't know... , do you know?" Antonio asked her, playing along."Because Seven Eight Nine," the little girl. "Mules? Whatever would you do with mules?" she asked curiously."Oh, you might load them up, and go into the mountains with them. Explore areas that can only be gotten to by horse or mule. Mules are very sure footed, more so than horses really. I own two Missouri mules, and have used them for gold hunting," I told her enthusiastically."That sounds romantic. Being alone in the mountains, exploring. Exciting, too," she finished with a sparkle in her eyes."It is all of that, and it's also a bit. It just did. I think we create our lives by taking advantage of opportunities that haphazardly present themselves.”“Really, you think it was just an accident, a fluke that we met,” I said.“Yep!” he responded, sipping his soup, looking at me.“And now what,” I asked. “What do you want to happen now that we met by accident?” I looked at him, surprised by his philosophy.“I don’t know what the future holds,” he said. “All I know is I got in my car and just started driving. I broke out of my routine.. However things were about to get a whole lot worse, as the very next day as I passing down Sarah’s street her mother called after me to come over as she wanted to talk to me, she started by saying that she had intended to speak to my father about my disgusting behaviour of exposing myself to schoolgirls and how she thought the police might take a very serious view of my actions, I tried to explain but I was in a state of real panic, my father would kill me, my mother would die of shame, the.