Bambi's her nickname."I knew Diana. Or knew who she was anyway. A cheerleader and a junior, she used to have long blond hair, but it'd turned black an... gotten really short over the summer. Hot bod. "Why Bambi?" Her best friend in third grade was Jennifer Spalla. Jennifer was a gymnast, and her nickname was Thumper.A wet dream waiting to happen. A cheerleader and a gymnast. Except... "Jennifer's a gymnast?" Was. She quit when she started putting on weight."Jennifer was an inch or two shorter. Under the cracks went his hand;He moved it slowly about;Finally, he found something;Then he pulled it out.It wasn't loose change;Instead it was a ring.An odd little bauble;A curious little thing.The ring was made of gold;A simple yellow band;He held it to the light.It shimmered in his hand.The inside was inscribed;With the tiniest of letters.Mark put on his glasses;So he could see them better.He expected 'Made in China'.That's not what he read.'Nearest person's desire';Is what the inscription. I quickly learned that when you have a relationship with a news anchor, you don't see them very much. She was usually going to work by 9 or 10 and getting home between 8 and 10 in the evening. Chelsea was a workaholic, reminding me of myself, but she was off on weekends, or much abbreviated on weekends. As we worked out time to see each other I came to a grim realization about her. She was working so tirelessly to get a shot at an anchor job either at a network, at a network home station, or in. Sam though O'Grady's was pretty sophisticated, by East Carolina standards. It was a narrow storefront place with an impressive front-to-back carved oak bar. There were cloth-covered tables all about the stone-floored interior. There were Irish flags and other paraphernalia hanging from the rough brick interior walls that bordered a long row of wooden booths, built with tall backs for maximum privacy. Streams of light poured in from the eight-foot-tall, early-19th-century windows that looked.