Nyla looked back at her and gave Leah a confused look.“You don’t live here?” asked Nyla, smiling as her eyes rested.“Oh well, I was thinking w... could get you here,” said Leah, nervously.“On the cold floor?” asked Nyla, laughing.“Oh yeah, you have a point,” said Leah, as Nyla’s eyes continued to rest. The sultry look and the smile somehow overtook a cautious Leah’s ability to make decisions, her intuition was gone. A natural silence ensued, not much of a word said as Leah got on the elevator. The next day Chrissy came over to Mike’s house around noon, sporting a tee shirt she had cropped herself and tight denim shorts with slits cut in strategic places. Her clearly discernible nipples spoke to her lack of a bra; the slits hinted at a lack of panties.“Whoa, my baby’s super hot today.”“Think Rod the rod will appreciate me?”“I think a dead man would appreciate you! And what is ‘Rod the rod’ supposed to mean”?“You should know, you guys have been together in locker rooms for years. Rumor. She was happiest there too, and trying to relocate to happiness had a futile ring to it, but she no longer cared for misery either. A woman can’t simply be happy. A woman can’t search for it either. For her happiness either just came or didn’t no matter where she went. Such was the female poet’s dilemma. While she pushed herself to greater heights, there was always something weighing her down, dragging her below the earth no matter how hard she tried. It seemed to her like an odd paradox—the. They've been together seventy years. We know that when grandma passes that it won't be long before grandpa joins her. It's just seems to happen in marriages when the couples are close. I guess it's a type of loneliness and heartbreak. Don't talk about it around Grandpa." I won't, Dad; Thanks for telling me."The next day the reunion was going full tilt. Everyone was having a good time. I must have walked up to grandma and kissed her on the cheek ten times. She was the perfect example of a.