She mentally checked her every action and it seemed foolproof. She smiled at herself in her mirror, satisfied with her handiwork, and tuned the radio...to a classical program. She sat at her dressing table, humming to the soft background music and prepared to remove her make-up She jumped, almost fell off her stool as there was a knock at her door. Her heart beat faster, her face flushed … could it be … no it would just be an hotel employee with .. She was at the door asking who was there.. My defenses were down, and I went on to reveal a part of me that I had never allowed anyone to see.It happened four years ago, almost to the day. I was between high school and college, at a neighbor's house weekend babysitting their Labrador Biscuit and infant son Philip for two overnights while the parents took a much needed break. I was enjoying the work; Philip was a delight and the dog very friendly. It was late June, a b**stly hot weekend, but the house had AC, and after lunch and a bath. I didn’t even notice the weight of her head on my shoulder. The feeling had always been there. I remember nothing in my life feeling more natural. It belonged. The greasy ash blonde curls of her hair, wrestled into submission by a tight bun, had an almost strawberry sheen in the sunset. A few frizzy strands had escaped, indecisively swaying back and forth, unsure of whether to rescue more of their friends or tickle my cheek. It was almost hypnotic. It’s hard to explain, but I found myself. “A date!” Annie shouted. “With who?”“Molly Denison.” Walt answered. “Her name is almost musical, isn’t it?” He said to no one in particular.Sara had to suppress a giggle, and Sloan just slapped the old man on the back.“Way to go Walt.” He said.“Way to go Walt?” Annie said, “Are you completely insane?” She said hands on hips glaring at Sloan.“Oops, sorry.” He told her.“Papa, what do you even know about this woman?” Annie asked.“Oh, baby girl I know lots of things about her, but the two most.