She put her hand over his hand and when he looked up, she winked at him. He blushed. Normally, he would move his hand away, but this time was differen.... He flipped her hand over and traced the bottom before locking his fingers with hers. 'Is he trying to get me back?' She thought. She didn't know what this meant. Maybe he was trying to make her blush. Maybe he wanted to hold her hand. "I'm going to have to write about this in my diary tonight. 'September 9th, held hand with cute boy.'" She told. The grass around him was soft beneath his feet. He noticed that he was no longer wearing boots and only a simple shirt and pants. He proceeded forward and followed the walls as it led him.“I want to learn more about you.”He turned to the right and saw a crossroads of the grass path. The walls led to two directions, the right or the left. He decided to go right.“Well ... I mean that we are supposed to become friends, right?”He followed the path to the right, and it led to a dead-end.He turned. In a small, middle-of-the-school-year ceremony she was awarded a high school diploma just a year and a half after beginning her 'catch-up' activities.Patience stood about 5' 3", was small framed, and was as 'black as the ace of spades'. She was African black not the brown of the typical African American. She had a pretty, oval little face that ended in a shapely chin. She had a pair of prominent cheekbones and a smile that lit up her face. Her hair was short, generally worn clubbed together. She said that all of their financial records were at her home and he could review their investments there.He arrived at her home at the agreed time. Judging from the size of her house and the neighborhood, Kevin thought the Davis’ had been quite successful. He didn’t remember Becky Davis by name but he remembered her when she opened the door because of her looks.She was a tall, statuesque blonde, with short hair and a slim figure. Age wise, she was somewhere in her middle fifties which was.